For those who read my blog because they know and love Ruth (and to know her is to love her) you’ll mourn to hear that she’s flat in bed with a ruptured disk.
It’s a poetic sort of injury. Ruth has been carrying the burdens of grief and a busy family for several months. We’ve talked of our mutual desire to have time to read, go to the temple, take long walks… yet in just the last week (when her back was really hurting but yet to go completely out) she hosted two sets of visiting relatives, a going-away party for a neighbor, a soccer party for 5 year olds.
My dad is in California playing Mr. Mom while Bill is at work and Ruth is grateful for Percocet and good books.
This photo is a bit outdated. I’ll fly out next week to take a new one.