I love the smell of Old Spice in the morning

This year, the title of this post has particular significance to our family.

Several months ago, DramaMama's father was driving on a long trip, and was stricken with severe pain inside. He was taken to the hospital where it was determined that his esophagus had ruptured. The extreme pain he was feeling was due the stomach acid leaking into his body cavity and beginning to digest his insides.

It took many months of intensive care, and hospice work to bring him back to us, several times nearly failing to do so. Many a prayer was offered in his behalf, and at great length they were answered.

He has since returned home, weakened, but alive and kicking. My father-in-law uses Old Spice, and he and my mother-in-law are here with us for Christmas. We gave them our bedroom for the duration of their stay.

When I walked in there this morning, I smelled the Old Spice. What a blessing to our family to be able to smell that again.

Welcome home GrandDad and Merry Christmas!