Dad's Birthday Eve

One of the benefits of writing the blog is that I get to be the first to officially (one day early) wish Dad "Happy Birthday!" I am sure there are a million and one places that Dad would rather be to celebrate but he has to know that he is surrounded by love.

Jeremy got into town on Friday night and left earlier this afternoon. All the nurses knew instantly that he was Dad's son! I had to keep reminding them that he was married (love you Chrissy!) Jeremy did bring Dad's clippers from home but, funny, trimming his beard and mustache was not a job he wanted any of us girls to do...I guess that means Mark wins by default.

Emily (TB)

Allison

(two more hotties from the ICU that won't be trimming Dad's mustache...)

Dad had a lot of visitors yesterday so today he "played possum", as Loni would say. He was in the chair a bunch (thanks, Allison, for setting him up in the big one!) and did eat a little between his long possum naps...although what the hospital served him was not as good as the Ember burger he had last night. Rumor has it that Smashbox french fries are coming later this week.

Medically, Dad is stable. The final CDIFF test came back negative and we also know he did not have pneumonia. He is still on the vent at night, although they are cutting that back by two hours each night.

So, we are just waiting for rehab....although Amy Winehouse does not want to go, we can't wait!

Birthday prayers for Dad, please! :)

We love you all!