Bread Basket

Today Pancho had to go to the clinic for a blood draw.
He has to go monthly for now to be sure the medicines are doing good and not harm to his system.
I forgot to remind him this morning that he had the appointment and by the time I realized it he was in a meeting at work with no computer access and no texting privileges.
So, I did what any sane wife would do...
I found his calendar on outlook.
Determined where the meeting was taking place.
Loaded the kids up in the van and drove there.
I told Katrina to look for Papa's car and when we spotted it, we parked next to it and waited the 15 minutes for the meeting to end.
When he came out of the meeting at noon he was super surprised to see us.
I told him what happened and we took him to the clinic and then ate lunch at the restaurant there, the Bread Basket.
It was great to be there as a family.
All four of us.
Eating in the restaurant.
Papa was no longer upstairs and we were not down in the Bread Basket getting a treat.
We were eating all together as a family with a healthy papa.
We praised the Lord there for His hand on our lives, especially on Pancho's recovery.
We saw a few of the doctors and nurses and respiratory therapists that worked with Pancho and we were able to talk with them a bit.
They were also so pleased with his progress.
I honestly believe the Lord spared me from realizing at the time the severity of Pancho's condition while he was in the hospital.
He was very, very sick and I knew that.
But I didn't consciously grasp that, you know?
Thank You, Lord, for Your constant protection of every single part of our lives.
Thank You for protecting my mind and my understanding during that time.
As we walked out and back to the car I pointed out the spot that I sat with my parents one day while he was in the hospital.
"That is where I came with my parents one day while you were resting."
Thank You, Lord, that we are all walking out together today.