The short version of the beginning of our weekend is the photo you see above.
Oh, my sweet Lucy -- you are afflicted with asthma, which we've known, but it has really hit you hard this Fall. Hopefully, we'll learn how to control it, so you aren't attacked by a breathlessness that makes me shiver. I can't say enough how sad it makes me when you are limp -- when you have lost your Lucyness.
But your words have come back, along with your strength...and the lovely willfulness too.
More soon...
