The Butterfly Is Hatching

King Ralph was terribly crabby this evening. You all know the husband crabby that comes from over worked (and in his case a trip to the dentist)...you just want to club those kind of husbands on the head with a frying pan.

Ole' King Ralph was so crabby and tired he told me to go visit his mom without him tonight, which I planned to do until he says he is going along. Not only is he crabby but he flips his decisions like a fish out of water. My mother-in-law has this power that she has no idea she possesses, you can be dead tired wanting nothing more than to go to bed and she instantly awakens the spirit. My man lost his crabby like the turning off of a light switch. My mother-in-law is like a caterpillar that has just emerged from its cocoon--the wings are crimped but it won't be long before the metamorphosed creature will sore the sky. Mom is wanting to sore but the rehab center is making her pull back on the reigns a bit-- safety and caution. The butterfly wants to fly and soon will, like never before.

Tomorrow while M and the marching band play the National anthem at the Cards game and my niece sings Take Me Out to Ballgame during the seventh innings stretch; while the dads take in the game, we moms will sit at the hospital watching the game on TV cheering for what we can't and won't see or hear and hoping our girls presence brings St. Louis a winner. Before the game starts we plan on wheeling Mom out to the hospital gardens...because butterflies spread there wings best when surrounded with nature.