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Surgery done

Friday, May 20, 2005 5:06 PM CDT

Well, the port is in. This should make life a little easier for Dave. He's resting now. He'll be pretty sore until the incision heals up, but after that, it should be smooth sailing.

I sure hate hospitals. Denise, it was really weird to be in a waiting room without you.

It'd gonna be a long baseball season, me thinks. Zach is playing really well, and his hitting slump is a thing of the past, he's been hitting the ball every at bat, so that's a good thing.

Kate's dance recital is coming up on June 4. Kenny has the state Special Olympics track meet that weekend, too. Life's gonna get real complicated here pretty quick.


GET DOWN by Audio Adrenaline

Lavishly our lives are wasted
Humbleness is left untasted
You can't live your life to please yourself, yeah
That's a tip from my mistakes
Exactly what it doesn't take
To win you've got to come in last place
To live your life you've got to lose it
And all the losers get a crown

I get down and He lifts me up
I get down and He lifts me up
I get down and He lifts me up
I get down

All I need's another day
Where I can't seem to get away
From the many things that drag me down, yeah
I'm sure you've had a day like me
Where nothing seems to set you free
From the burdens you can't carry all alone
In your weakness He is stronger
In Your darkness He shines through
When you're crying He's your comfort
When you're all alone, He's carrying you

This valley is so deep
I can barely see the sun
I cry out for mercy, Lord
You lift me up again



He lifts us up, over and over again. And today we can see the sun. We get to sit at a baseball game, eat sunflower seeds, track balls and strikes and cheer. It just doesn't get much better than that.

Love to you all, Shelley

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