Simple Pleasures are the Best

My husband Rob had surgery today. It was same day surgery, so we were able to get Christa to school in the morning.

It's challenging to explain the idea of surgery to a five year old. I mean, how do you tell them someone is going to cut on your body--and that's a good thing? I don't think Christa understood, but she did know she wanted her class to pray for her dad today.

After school, she went home with some friends. We picked her up around dinner time. Rob and I were exhausted--and thankful the surgery went well. After a full day of school and then several hours playing at a friend's house, Christa was tired too.

When it was time for bed, Christa asked her dad to carry her upstairs. Rob explained he couldn't--and that he won't be able to pick her up for a while. That's part of their bedtime routine--a giggling Christa slung over her dad's shoulder and carried upstairs.

Christa took the "No carrying" announcement pretty well. Then she looked up at her dad and asked, "Well, can you snuggle?"

Rob assured her snuggles were still okay.

"That's good," Christa replied.

And then she happily walked upstairs to have some snuggle time with her dad.