Happy Birthday Papaw.

I've been thinking about doing this post for a while, but I haven't... then I decided to wait until his birthday to do it.  So here we are.  November 29th, my Papaw's 72nd Birthday.  Words can't express how happy I am that he is here to celebrate this birthday.

You see, back on May 10th, we thought we might lose him.  While working on a lawn mower at a friend's house, he had a stroke.  We are so thankful that his friend Ralph was there and paramedics were at the house within minutes.  Rushing him to the hospital and arriving to get consent from my Nana to give the "miracle" drug for stroke victims, we feared the worst.  At that point, he couldn't talk, couldn't see, and had no movement on one side of his body.  They administered the drug, which must be given with in a couple hours of having the stroke, and with in the hour, he started having movement.  Then he started talking.  And his vision returned.

My husband only has one living grandparent.  I am blessed and so thankful to still have all four of mine, and up until then, with the exception of minor medical situations, they have all been in good health.  My grandparents were invincible in my eyes.

This rocked me to the core.

I was watching twin 4 year olds and Nate, as I did every Thursday, and 20 weeks pregnant.  We had just found out our little guy was a boy, to be named Jackson Paul (which is my Papaw's first name).

I couldn't breathe.  There was nothing I could do at that point, so I waited... waited for texts to let me know he had gotten to the hospital, been administered the drug, feeling coming back.... then it was time for me to leave work.  Thankfully, my husband was off of work that day and took Nate home.  I rushed to the hospital, and was surrounded by family and friends.  This man is loved.  So. Loved.

I didn't want to see him.  But I changed my mind.  Seeing him so vulnerable was one of the hardest things I had ever seen.

My Nana, treated the whole situation with so much grace, as she does every situation in my eyes.  She never seemed panicked, which I'm sure was given from God.  This woman is a prayer warrior.  She kept saying, we'll just do what we have to do.  So many questions arose.  What would life be like?  Would he be bed ridden?  Would he fully get his speech back?  Would his swallowing return?  Would he be in a wheel chair?

We'll do what we have to do.

With in 24 hours, he was walking.  Talking.  Joking.  Ready to go home.

He had the stroke on Thursday, and Sunday morning he went home.

God is so good.

Now, a little more than 6 months later, life is pretty much back to normal.  He has to watch what he eats, because his swallowing is a little hindered.  He rests more than he used to, but he probably should have done that anyways.  But he's still as busy as he ever was, just like he wants to be.  Right now, on his birthday, he's made a trip to Chicago for a delivery with a friend.  His second trip to Chicago this week, mind you.

This birthday, and this Christmas, I'm so thankful.  Thankful he's still here.
I hope and pray that they're all here, all of my grandparents, and my one "grandmother-in-law", for many more Christmases and birthdays...

So, even though you'll probably never read this... Happy Birthday Papaw.