To Nana, With Love

My parents were supposed to come for a visit this Saturday. The children were very excited to see Nana and Baca and play with them down on the beach and in the gully and wherever else the children wanted to play, because Nana and Baca are down with anything when it comes to the grandkids.

But then a stupid rock ruined everything.

Specifically, a rock on a hiking trail my parents were on last week. The rock was in the mud. The rock slipped in the mud when my mother stepped on it. Her foot turned under her and two bones at the bottom of her leg broke in a most spectacular fashion.

"Spectacular" in this case meaning very badly. She is not traveling anywhere in the near future. Like, not until October, which is the best guess for a full recovery. Serious, serious bummer.

Before the recovery can even begin, however, she has to have surgery. This surgery is quite involved and will feature plates and pins and OWOWOW. It's at 1 p.m. today. I really, really wish I could be there to lend moral support, if nothing else.

Alas, distance and small children mean that this is the best I can do:

These goobers do love their Nana.

And one more for good measure, because Jack is smiling in this one.

Smiling babies can't heal broken bones, but they're good for keeping your spirits up.

We love you, Nana, and we're sending all good vibes across the country to you today. And, more importantly, to your surgeon.