Happy Valentine's Day

This morning I'm wading through lots of overactive teenage hormones--I don't remember Valentine's Day being quite this complicated when I was young. After listening to all the gyrations necessary to arrange surprise balloons, signs, chocolate and roses, I'm ready for a nap--and I haven't done a thing. Anyway--Happy Valentine's Day to all you incurable romantics.:) Annie will be wearing pink hearts and tights and pink shoes today, so I won't feel like a complete loser. I'll ask Bill to put up a picture of her this weekend.

We took Annie to David's basketball game last night--we lost--and she did very well for being out so late. She was alert, smiling, "talking," and happy to watch her big brother play.

Something new this week: she turns around in her wheelchair and looks up at me, gets my attention and then smiles. The whole attention-getting thing is pretty cool. Attention-getting ploys used to annoy me--now I'm thrilled that she's engaged to the point of WANTING attention! The other thing she did yesterday in the van that was different was pushing her feet into the seatback in front of her to shift her weight. She used both legs, both feet, and pushed into the seat to adjust. Before, she'd just let her legs dangle. New neurons are firing and waking up lots of new things.

Her cold is still hanging on--please pray that it go away. Everyone's got a runny nose here at our house, so we just need some spring weather to make us better. The weatherman said we'll have sun for the next few days. That's a good thing, because I'm one click away from booking a flight to Palm Springs.

Jean

PS. Here's a thought my sister, Rebecca, e-mailed me this morning: "A good marriage is a bit like a pet boa constrictor: either you feed it every day or bad things happen." I better go get some balloons, signs, chocolate and roses.:)