Monday, March 3, 2008

and here he is (her, too!)

Bob and Ginny. Careworn, but happy to be home.

That's not artfully styled hair on his forehead (as if!) -- that's his "battle-scar." Ginny faithfully rubs vitamin so-and-so on it every night so it will fade.

Bob Cox, the man of steel.
Not really -- titanium. Won't set off metal detectors after all, he corrected me.
I was rather disappointed.

Papa with our kids and the cake they decorated for him. His other granddaughter, Sarah, was there but had to leave as we arrived. She pulled her arm out of socket again. Her daddy learned how to pop it back in this time from the E.R. people, so hopefully no more trips to the E.R.!

Welcome home!
(They really are good spellers ... I guess sometimes it's hard to see what's right in front of your face, especially when it's finger-lickin' good. I wonder how many of you would never have noticed if I had not said a word?)