Day 14 – Caleb Is Reunited With His Brothers

Caleb's Dad ~ 24th November 2010

The phone rang at 11:33pm. It was the moment we had been waiting for all day.  Misty, Tiffany’s sister, was calling to let us know they were pulling into the parking garage.  Both of Tiffany’s sisters had come, along with Ryan, Misty’s husband, their two children, and the two little superstars who were making our hearts go crazy…Colby and Connor!

Caleb had been fast asleep.  We left the hospital room, swiftly walking down the long hallway to the nurse’s station. The grey speckled floor become streaks below our feet as we moved with eagerness to get through the double doors, down the elevator, and across the hall to the other elevator down to the parking garage.  When the double doors of the parking garage opened we felt the cool air of a dark Atlanta night, reminder of the fact that we have spent the better part of 2 months  where the seasons have changed outside the hospital walls.

We rounded the corner of the garage and to our right, just about ten or so cars down was the familiar maroon colored minivan belonging to my sister-in-law. My heart leaped as I was searching through the faces, delighted to see my family, but eager to catch that first glimpse of my boys.

Chassi turned around carrying Connor.  I breathed in quickly with excitement as she came bouncing him toward me. At that moment Colby, who was carrying his blue blankie around his neck (our boys never go anywhere without their blankies), saw us and came running toward us.

I met Connor with cuddles and hugs, and Colby ran right into the arms of mommy.  “I love you mommy! I missed you mommy!”  It was like a scene from a movie.  We hadn’t seen each other in two weeks, since they had come down for a visit in Chattanooga.

After a few moments, we switched children and mommy scooped up Connor, and I grabbed and swung Colby into my arms. “Hey buddy!” “Hi dada,” Colby said.  I looked into his eyes with a smile, and he returned the smile, already wanting to cry.

His eyes were filled with tears as he was trying to hold it in.  With a broken voice he said “I missed you dada.” “I missed you too,” I said.  “I missed you soooooo much.”

Earlier in the week we had gotten a visit from a dear sister in Christ—a good Samaritan who had heard about our story and who offered us the use of her home while she was away on Thanksgiving holiday. Tiffany had planned to take the boys back to the house to get a good night’s rest and then switch off with me at some point. That way we can both get a chance to rest in and spend some good quality time with the boys.

My sisters in law wanted to see Caleb for a moment, even if he was sleeping.  So, we made our way up to our room and slowly opened the door.  Everyone was so excited to see Caleb that the voices in the room (not to mention Colby and the other kid’s interest in all of Caleb’s toys) started to wake him up. When they saw Caleb’s eyes opened it was all over with.

Everyone just had to see Caleb for a minute! Tiffany’s sisters, and Ryan (Misty’s husband) had not seen Caleb since the days when he was in critical condition at T.C. Thompson. When they saw him then, he could barely smile, barely move his eyes, and could not even sit up on his own.  And now he not only looked at them, but he also smiled at them.

“Colby…hey Colby.  Want to see brother?” I picked up Colby under his arms, and in the darkness of the room, he sat on Caleb’s bed.  It was a grand reunion.  Colby looked at his brother and smiled.  He knew that Caleb looked different.

This time when he looked at him, he was wearing jammies, had no tubes in his body, and was smiling at him. “Hey dad.  He’s awake!” I laughed and said, “Yes he is little buddy.  Yes he is.”  “Do you want to say hi to him?”  “Sure,” Colby said. “Hi Caleb.” Caleb looked back at his brother, knowing who he was.

You could tell from the look on his very tired face that he knew it was his brother sitting there on the bed with him.  I reached down and picked up Caleb’s hand, moving up toward Colby’s face.  “Caleb, this is your brother.  This is Colby.” He had a look of uncertainty on his face.  My guess is, it was because he couldn’t see him.  His sight is still not that good, and most of the lights were off.  My sister in law said, “Colby, do you want to give your brother a kiss?” “Sure,” he said. He leaned over, and gave Caleb a kiss. I told him that Caleb was about to go night night and to tell him night night.  “Night, night Caleb,” he said. Colby, after a moment or two, wanted to get down and play with the toys again.

I can’t imagine how a four year old deals with the kinds of things he has had to go through over the last two months.  He always mentions how he misses him, and he always wants to see him.  But when he sees him you can tell that there is a stress there—an inner feeling that he doesn’t know what to do with.  And so he does what most any four year old would do, and that is move on to do other things, like play with Caleb’s toys.

After Colby, then it was baby Connor’s turn.  We placed Connor in the crib next to Caleb.  Caleb was sitting up by this point, very interested in seeing all who had come to visit with him, and especially seeing his brothers. When Caleb caught a glimpse of Connor, he smiled, and vocalized some, being clearly delighted to see the baby brother that he had so loved and cuddled as his own before the injury.

He reached out a number of times to touch Connor.  Now of course, Connor being our very rambunctious nine month old, didn’t know what to think about Caleb touching all over his face and pulling him into Caleb’s chest, and so he let his little feelings be known by starting to whine.  You could tell by the look on Caleb’s face that he was quite familiar with the sound.

It was strange seeing my younger two children interacting with each other. Connor was clearly more advanced than Caleb in many ways.  Caleb is still more mature with speech and balance, but Connor was quicker, able to move faster and with more ease.  I felt sadness again for Caleb, but quickly thanked God for all the progress that we have made.

As I watched Connor, I noticed things I had never really noticed before, like how he moves from position to position, transitioning himself in all the ways that we have been working with Caleb on over the last few weeks. It’s amazing at how textbook it all is, from going from learning how to sit up, to moving the legs to one side and getting up into a low kneel, then into a high kneel, to learning how to pull up and walk by yourself with assistance (cruising), to eventually learning how to walk on your own.

So after everyone had a chance to see Caleb, we dimmed the lights, laid Caleb back down, and off he went back to sleep.  Tiffany and the boys left to get some rest.  I stayed on and lay in bed counting my many blessings, Tiffany, Caleb….Colby and Connor.

The next morning I got up and got Caleb ready, fed him his breakfast, outfitted him with his Theratogs, and off we went to Occupational Therapy.  We had a chance to play ball again, which I and he both love.

I got in front of him to be the other player in this game, and the therapist had him sit on a little bench in front of her.  She asked if he would like to kick the ball.  Caleb got very excited about the possibility and so he thrust his little leg outward and barely bumped the ball, making it move forward a few inches.

We shouted “hooooray!” while clapping our hands.  He too, was quite proud and was ready for his next chance. Over and over again, we positioned the ball in front of him while he worked on kicking. I thought to myself about how natural this is to Caleb, seeing that he prefers to kick a ball over throwing it.

I remember again, the morning before we went to Fall Creek Falls, after the boys had spent some time playing in the mud with their mini bulldozers and diggers. We got the baseball and football toys out of the trunk of the rental car—the “cool black car,” as Colby called it. As we played ball, Colby gravitated to the baseball and bat, while Caleb gravitated to the football, kicking it all over the campground near where we were. I would throw it toward him and he would kick it back to me.

As we were playing in the therapy room, Caleb at one point, got so excited about kicking the ball that he tried to stand up on his feet.  The therapist assisted him slightly and he pushed with both feet until he was fully in a standing position.  He continued to kick the ball, though this time with more difficulty.

The therapist noticed that as he was trying to kick the ball, it wasn’t so much that he was using his knee to extend his leg outward and kick, it was that he was thrusting his hip downward and outward and bumping the ball with his foot.  “He is still much weaker on that left side,” she said. “But the good news is he is trying, and he is wanting to stand up.”

We continued kicking the ball a few more times and then transitioned to rolling the big ball.  Now when I say a “big ball,” I mean a really big ball, one that is near the size of Caleb.  The idea behind this exercise is to get Caleb to touch the ball with both hands, work on balancing with it, and then get him to push off with both hands, making the ball roll. And with this exercise he did pretty well.  He stood before the ball with both hands outstretched holding the ball.  His feet were firmly planted on the ground below him, and with an encouraging request for him to “push”, he pushed.

He moved the ball forward, then with his hands never leaving the ball, he rocked it back to himself.  He repeated this motion a number of times, moving the ball forward and backward.  Though he did not actually roll the ball to me, the therapists was pleased with the result because the movements were still good exercises for him to do.

In language therapy, the therapist pulled out a large plastic Rubbermaid tub filled with dried beans.  Mixed in the beans were little toy cars, and small plastic toys of varying colors.  The therapist wanted to see how he would react to the fluid like texture of the beans and rough larger surfaces of the toys.  We told him about the fun he had had a number of days ago when we did much the same thing with a tub of water.  It looked as though we were about to have the same amount of excitement with this strange concoction of boyhood fun.

Caleb sat on the mat with legs outstretched and when the tub was placed in front of him, he must have seen it with his eyes, because he immediately put his right hand in, squishing his fingers and hand deep into the beans, feeling around and moving the toys with his hands. We encouraged his left hand to join in the fun and he quickly responded.

He thrust his left hand deep into the beans and brought his hands together, letting the beans fall between his fingers.  He seemed less interested in the cars and other toys in the box and more interested in the way that the beans felt. Things started to get messy when, in his excitement, he began gathering large scoops up with his hands and then shoveling them out into his lap and throwing them up into the air.

He began slapping his hands and throwing beans all over the place! Beans were going everywhere! Caleb continued this bean adventure until he got the idea that he would like to put some of the beans in his mouth.  As soon as he lifted his hand and put a bean into his mouth, he had me, mom, and the therapist grabbing at his head in fear, pushing our fingers through his mouth to make sure we got everything out.

“Maybe it’s time we put up the beans,” the therapist said in nervous relief.  To that we agreed.  But overall he had a blast, and he did what we wanted to see which was having him engage in play with both hands.  He still struggled with picking and releasing things on command.  That is something that we continue to work on.

After morning therapy we came back to the room and I fed him his lunch, and then laid him down for his nap. Though tired, I was still very excited because I knew that in a couple of hours Tiffany would be arriving with our boys.

The therapists had been excited too because they told us that when they arrived they wanted as much as possible for our other boys to be a part of the therapy sessions.

They stated that part of therapy is getting the child back into a normal routine.  For Caleb, his normal routine is play time with his brothers.  They said that often when a child is back around their siblings they come out of their shell more.

Often, we were told, when they are engaged in playtime and meaningful interactions with brothers or sisters is when you see them play more, want to stand or walk more, talk more and interact with life around them more.  We have been very excited to see what will happen with Caleb with his brothers, and with what I mentioned earlier, last night really gave us a glimpse of what their being here might bring.

After Tiffany arrived, I spent some time with the boys in the playroom.  It was so wonderful to be able to get on the floor and play with Colby and Connor.  I played blocks with Colby, as well as, built a small fort with the foam play pads that had been stacked over in the corner of the playroom.

After just about an hour or so, I got Caleb up and ready for his afternoon session with John, his OT therapist. We got the other boys ready and made our way down to the transition room where it would be nice and quiet.  The transition room is just that, a room specifically designated for families making the transition from being in the rehab hospital to being in a home-like setting.

Instead of a hospital bed, and a wall lined with buttons and medical gadgets, you have a regular bed, with pictures on the walls.  The setting is supposed to be as close to home as possible.  It is a room that Tiffany and I so look forward to when it becomes our time to make our own transition.  Today, we were using it strictly because it is the quietest place to do therapy, and Caleb always seems to do better with fewer distractions. 

So we came into the room and placed Caleb on the bed.  John stood by from behind and watched as we had Colby get on the bed with Caleb.  Colby had picked up a little Thomas the Train toy in the gym—one that makes choo choo noises as you pull it on a string.  “Hey Colby, let’s show Caleb this cool Thomas today.” “No”,  he said, “he can’t play with it.  He doesn’t know how.” I said, “Well guess what buddy, he actually can play!”

Colby had only seen Caleb in the ICU where he slept all the time.  Colby couldn’t envision Caleb being able to actually play with him.  So he said, “Here Caleb, look.  Its Thomas.” Caleb heard his brother’s voice, and smiled, turning his head about trying to locate him.  Caleb still has a lot of problems seeing, and only sometimes has the ability to fixate on a person or object and actually see something.

Caleb threw both hands upward and outward, as if to hopefully have one of them land on Thomas by happenstance. Colby then proceeded to pull the string on the Thomas tank engine. The train made a choo choo sound.  Caleb loved it!  With every choo choo sound, Caleb got more and more excited.  This was a sound he knew all too well.  One of his favorite things to do was to watch Thomas the Train on TV and play with his and his brother’s Thomas toys.

As Colby pulled on the string to move  Thomas near Caleb’s leg and then around his body, we could tell that Caleb fixated his eyes on the blue tank engine.  He followed it with his head, turning so as to not miss where Thomas was going.  And then in a moment, he reached out his hand, and grabbed the Thomas train. He was so excited to get the train.  He picked it up and started to put it in his mouth. “Hey!” Colby said.  “I was playing with that!” Oh so funny.  This was a moment that sounded oh so familiar to all of us!

After playing with Colby for a while, and then playing with Connor for a while (and I would add wanting to hug and hold Connor…and again, Connor wasn’t too thrilled with it), our session was done.  What our therapists wanted to see, they saw, and when Caleb interacted with his brothers, he really did come out of his shell.

He wanted to interact, do more, say more, see more, and at one point he even tried to turn over and get into a crawl position on his own—all because he saw Connor over at the end of the bed and wanted to go over to him.  It was so encouraging, not to mention heartwarming to see them all together again.

We took away from the session the good news, as John reported, that he is initiating play more, which is great.  He is also sitting up better and balancing better on his own.  And we also found out from our therapists analysis that though it is still not where we want it to be, his eyesight has improved, to which we always say amen every time we get news that his eyesight is better.

In physical therapy the boys took a break and went on to play with mommy.  I took over and went on to his next therapy where he worked a lot on his walking.  One of the problems that we have been running into with his walking is that when he walks, since he is so weak on his left side, he tends to lock and hyperextend his left knee. So when he is standing up or when he is walking, he is not able to do it correctly, and hence he opens himself up for injury if we are not careful.

So the therapist devised an ingenious solution—foot wedges made of cut outs from Styrofoam cups! I did think it was a bit strange at first, but when I got to thinking about it, it made sense.  Essentially what she was doing was creating an inch or so rise under his heel, like a high heel shoe. With the raise under his foot, it meant that he had less of an extension needed in the raise of his foot to walk—hence making the whole process that much easier.

So after she made the cut outs and placed them in his shoe.  She sat him down on the floor to work on his walking.  Wow what a difference! He stood straighter, walked more briskly, and depended far less on locking his left knee than before.  Overall it was a great success and he really did well with his walking today. So with that said, a new cutout will be made tomorrow, this time one for his right shoe.

After therapy it was time to go spend some much needed family time together.  We all went downstairs to the area known as The Zone, which again, is a recreation area at the basement level of the hospital. Tiffany was about to leave to go run a  few errands with her sisters, but before she left we did go out and snap a few pictures by the pond.

I rolled Caleb’s wheelchair close to the pond where the large goldfish swam close by.  I said to Caleb, “Hey buddy, look at the fish! Wow, do you see the gold one over there? Hey look at that white one!” I don’t know exactly what he could or could not see, but his eyes were on the pond and it looked like he was looking at the fish.

We spent some time there, and after a few moments I thought, “You know, I know that Caleb would rather not be in this seat.” So I took him out of his wheelchair, parking at a bench nearby.  I then walked back over to the pond and sat down on a rock overlooking the goldfish.  To me this is one of those beautiful moments—the kind you want to just live in and experience for an eternity.

There we were, surrounded by beauty, listening to the sound of the water coming down over the rocks, feeling the cool air of a gorgeous autumn day—all with my son in my lap closely snuggling his little head under my chin.  I looked down at him.

You could tell that he felt safe and secure.  He rested his hand on my chest, and then slowly moved it up to my face where he began to feel all the various contours of my face.  It was one of those moments where you want to drink up every single second and make is last as longs you possibly can.

Our solace of silence was soon broken by the equally sweet sound of Colby, as he was coming out of the doors to the park area where we were. Tiffany had been doing a few things before she and the others come down to meet us, and as soon as Colby saw all the neat stuff he could do, he was very excited.  He came running out the doors saying, “Hey dad, let’s play!!!” I gave Caleb over to Tiffany and  went on to engage with my oldest son in some playtime with daddy!

We first went over to the mini golf area where I have to say, I know nothing about golf.  But on the bright side, neither does my four year old! So after playing a few rounds of simply trying to get the ball in the hole, we went on to look at the pond together and stare at the fish.  Then after the fish, Colby noticed across the way a small child-size basketball court. “Hey dad! Let’s play bassetball.” “You mean basketball?” I said, with a chuckle.  “Yeah, bassetball!” So we went over to the basketball court and Colby picked up a ball. “Hold me dada.

He motioned with his arms wanting me to pick him up so he could throw the ball in.  I obliged and picked him up.  After a few tries and not being able to get the ball in the net, I asked Colby if he wanted to go “Boom Boom,” and try again.

Now, before we go any further let me explain “Boom Boom.” When Colby was not only a year old, one of his favorite things he liked to do was go piggy back riding—the kind where you put them all the way up on your shoulders and hold their feet.  Well at that time, we listened to a Laura Berkner CD that had a song on it called, “We Are The Dinosaurs”.

One of the things that I used to do is put Colby on my shoulders and play that song. And while they were singing “We are the dinosaurs, marching marching….” I would rock side to side on my feet and say “Boom Boom!” pretending to be a dinosaur.  Colby loved it. And not long after when I would come home from work, Colby would say, “Dada, let’s go boom boom!

I kept the tradition and when Caleb was old enough he was sold on Boom Boom as well. Now when I go Boom Boom with the kids, I have to give them both a ride, and man does it wear ol’ dad out…and I still have one more to go!!!

So I asked Colby if he would like to go Boom Boom and put the ball in the net.  His face lit up and I reached down and grabbed him under my arms and swung him high over my head, letting him land on my shoulders.  With a giggle he said, “Let’s throw the ball in!” We went over to the net, and after a couple of tries, we made it! “Swish!”  “Alright little buddy, you did it!  You are a superstar!” I put him down and he then gave me lots of high fives.

After this, Tiffany left to go run her errands with her sisters, taking Connor with her.  I stayed with the boys.  Man it felt wonderful!  Often when she would leave to go do things at home she would take Connor with her, leaving us guys to chill and get into some trouble together. So here I was again, like old times with my two older boys.

We went back into The Zone and first went to the games.  We played on the floor with some blocks for a while, and then after a few moments, Colby said he needed to go to the bathroom.  As always with four year olds, needing to go to the bathroom always comes at the most inopportune time.

So off we went, Caleb in his wheelchair, and Colby to find the nearest bathroom.  Now I know what you are thinking, “Ok is Tim going to get into this much detail to where he describes in detail going to the bathroom.” Have no fear.  It isn’t that bad, and actually is it part of the story.

So while in the restroom, I could tell that Caleb knew where he was.  Colby was making a little bathroom humor (hint hint) and Caleb was in turn laughing pretty hard about it all.  We had just started to teach Caleb how to potty in the potty and when he realized he was in the bathroom, he wanted to come over and join brother in the process!

He pushed with his feet, trying to stand in the chair, as if to say, “Let me out of here, I want to pee pee in the potty too!” He had been very excited about potty training and I could tell that he was feeling a bit left out.

I mentioned that Colby was engaging in a little bathroom humor.  I bring that up because as Caleb was laughing really hard, I think that was a good thing for Colby to see.  Up until that point he hadn’t seen Caleb very animated, especially not like before. And when Colby started seeing Caleb laughing his head off, he joined in and started laughing with him.

He also went over to him and started engaging with him more, touching his face, and talking to him.  He started being very sweet with Caleb, mentioning that Caleb was almost like a baby now.  He started talking to him like he talks to Connor and was overall very sweet and gentle with him.

As we were about to leave, Colby asked if he could push his brother in the wheelchair.  It was one of those moments where I wanted to cry—cry because of the fact that he has to be pushed in the wheelchair, and cry because his brother was showing such love to him by wanting to push him in the wheelchair.

I told him yes, and he pushed him out back into the play area. We spent some more time playing, this time with a Wii system, playing a little MarioKart. Not long after, The Zone was closing. We made our way back up to the room.

Once in the room it was time to do the time honored tradition of decorating the Christmas tree.  We hadn’t even thought of having a Christmas tree until we got a call a few days prior from our new very good friend Jason McKaig.  He and another friend by the name of Laura were among the many who came to be great friends of ours during the time that we stayed in the ICU at Erlanger.

Jason had been camping next to us the night we arrived at our campgrounds near Fall Creek Falls, and afterward became a champion in helping our family after the accident.  He called to get an update on Caleb and to also let us know that he was going to be bringing  us a small three foot tall Christmas tree! He came earlier today to bring the tree along with a small box of decorations.

As we sat on the floor, I was so overjoyed.  Tiffany was holding Caleb, while Colby and Connor were near me.  Colby was very excited grabbing the small ornaments and small green, red, and golden balls to place on the tree.  Caleb too attempted to put ornaments on the tree, and with our help, he was able to get one or two on.

We spent the time talking about the decorations, the tree, the people who had brought the tree to us, the joy of having our three boys with us, the things that they wanted Santa to bring them for Christmas, all the while singing a verse or two of “Jingle Bells.”

We laughed, we loved, and most of all we spent time with each other. That was the close of a wonderful, beautiful, glorious day. Tiffany gathered their things and left to go to the nearby Good Samaritan’s house for a good night’s rest.  I again, stayed alone with Caleb.

And so I sit here now, listening to the soothing sounds of now familiar lullabies that are being played next to Caleb’s bed. I have every emotion in me that you can think of….joy, love, excitement, fear, pain, sadness, hope, grace, peace.  So many different thoughts, so many different feelings.  But thanks be to God for my family whom I get to spend my time with over the next few days.


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  1. Amber Bowles

    November 29th, 2010 at 12:14 am

    you all are the sweetest family ever. im so happy for your family & so pround of caleb even thought i dont really kno u all i have grew to love caleb like he is family. i read every post you all put up here he has come so far with all he has done im so happy for him.. & cant wait to read more.. the pics of all of u as a family look so great. all your kids are sweet & rlly cute kids.. we are all still prayin for more more good things to happen with caleb.. our family is still here for anything u need we are all praying & wish u all the best & hope you all have a great christmas..

    Love Amber & the Bowles family

  2. Karen McCuiston

    November 29th, 2010 at 12:36 am

    What a wonder-FULL day! God is good. His love endures FOREVER…in good times, sad, joyful, fearful times….He is our hope and our peace. Thank you for the update. Still praying for Caleb’s sight.

  3. Tammi Wyatt-King from Nolensville

    November 29th, 2010 at 6:41 am

    What a beautiful family and wonderful post! The love you & Tiffany have for your family and the Lord is evident in your glowing faces. Still thinking and praying for Calab often.

  4. Vicki Lawson

    November 29th, 2010 at 7:21 am

    To the parent’s of Caleb,

    These writings of Caleb are so touching, and am praying for a total recovery by the grace of God, and I know God’s will, will be done. Every time I read about his daily activities, I am truly blessed to see God’s work in your lives.
    Hold on to your faith, for God has a special plan for Caleb!!! My prayers are with each of you every day and God bless you all.

  5. Pat Tea - Franklin, TN

    November 29th, 2010 at 7:46 am

    Difficult to type through these tears of thanksgiving, wonderment and praise! God is perfection. My love and prayers continue without ease. oxox

  6. Heather Centracchio

    November 29th, 2010 at 8:23 am

    Thank you for sharing these photos! Even without reading the post I am so moved! Now I am going to go back and read the post! :)

  7. November 29th, 2010 at 9:55 am

    Another beautiful and beautifully written chapter! Can I pre-order the book? LOL So much love in your posts. I look forward to reading them everyday. Have a great day. Go, Caleb!

  8. Leesa Wright in Hixson Tn

    November 30th, 2010 at 1:02 am

    Tough post to get through! But in a good way! Lots of tears….I can only imagine how it’s been on your end. The updates just get better and better! Won’t be long now till you begin your new normal at home. Please continue to update once you do go home. I am quite attached to all of you now!

    Thanksgiving night, one of the news stations here did an update on Caleb letting everyone know of his wonderful progress. It was so nice to see.

    I read you guys are going home December 7th! I am so excited that you will all be together for Christmas. There is no better gift than for all of you to be together and for Caleb to be as far as he is in his recovery is just the cherry on top! Witnessing God’s miracles will never stop amazing me.

    Give Caleb a high five for me and tell him to keep up the great work he is doing!

    Much love and prayers for your entire family
    The Wright family

    I am always thinking of Colby too and praying for him. I just pray that one day he can take what was so bad and can see all the good that came from it.

  9. Linda (Gannie) Romero

    December 1st, 2010 at 7:40 am

    Hey Tim and Tiffany,

    I have been watching your blog patiently waiting for the update from Thanksgiving since I knew that the other two boys were going to be down there for a visit.

    What an awesome adventure you had with all three of them. Both Eddie and I are very proud of your being there for Caleb and of his progress and we are very grateful that Chassi and Misty have both been there for the other two boys. You have your priorities in line which is very unusual for young couples like you….God, family and then friends.

    We love you very much and wish we could have been there for you through all of this. Hopefully, we can see you soon. I hear you will be back in Antioch next week. Please keep us updated on progress and we hope to see you REAL SOON!

    Love, Gannie

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