And the Winner Is...

Isn't he handsome? He's handsome and brave. He somehow ran into a door and had to get stitches on his head. I helped tie the stitches off and held the little boy's hand while the doctor sutured. He was just so brave. Well a little scared too. He refused to talk the entire time except to give us his name. But he didn't cry once and barely flinched when he was being stiched up. I loved him. He just layed there like that the entire time until his mom came back to get him. Even when I put the medal around his neck and we cheered for him for being so brave he just stayed just like that but he had to work real hard not to smile. He was precious. When his mom came and picked him up he hugged her so big and gave her a kiss on the cheek and then as they were walking out he gave us a smile over her shoulder. The funny thing is next door a man was getting stitches and he yelled more than anyone so far.

Today we went to KFC and I ate two biscuits. One for me and one for my gram.

Just wanted you all to see that I am alive and well and as flexible as ever!

The doctor had us sing to him again and this time had the other doctor listen as well. We told him to come to church on Sunday and he would get to hear lots more singing. He is really interested in knowing more about the Lord. Thanks for your prayers everyone. Things went really well today even without our amazing interpreters. A man from the church volunteered to be our driver while Carlos and Carrie are gone and he speaks a little english so between his english and me and carrie's little spanish it went really well. There wasn't a ton of talking going on but like i said we did get to sing. I guess that translates for itself. The doctor says how peaceful it is when we sing. It's the presence of the Lord that he's feeling.