Day 395 - July 15 - Road trips and forearm movement!

Yesterday Cherié, Josh and Connor took off on a little road trip while I was at work. They headed about 30 minutes down the road to Casa de Fruta, which for you non-locals is a tourist-trap sort of place where you can buy overpriced fruits, nuts, wines, and souvenirs, while also looking at buffalo and antique farm implements and such. I make it sound a bit hokey, probably because I think it's a bit hokey - sort of like "The Thing" in Arizona, but without Hitler's staff car. Anyway, this place is more of a glorified fruit stand, but we always manage to enjoy ourselves while we're there. Connor likes to go there every once in a while, the result of his grandparents' near-ritualistic stopping there each time they drive down from Washington (I'm teasing y'all, Granny & Gramps! Love you!). Anyway, the three of them took the van down for the afternoon, and so there were three or four bowls of flavored pistachios, cashews and almonds waiting on the counter when I arrived home from work. I did enjoy the fruits of their labor, so to speak!

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The exciting part of the day was still to come, however, just before we helped Connor to bed. Cherié was helping Connor with something in his addition while I was reading in the living room, when she suddenly called, "Eric, get in here! Hurry!" Well, that sort of thing shouted from the boy's room usually gets a fairly prompt response, and this time was no exception. Once my feet got back on the ground after my sub-orbital launch off the couch, I barreled into his room expecting to be leaping into some sort of fray, but not this time - they were just calmly looking at me, which brought me to a screeching halt. "What's up?", I asked in my best faked-nonchalant attitude as I slowed down and sauntered unconcernedly into the room. See how cool I am?

Cherié only said "watch this", and so I watched as Connor, with a visible effort, managed to roll his left forearm and hand side-to-side about a quarter of an inch or so! This is the first time he's had movement in his arms - all the things before have been in his fingers, so we're really pleased to see the movement progressing.

Needless to say, this was very exciting! So we are praising God for this next bit of progress as we continue to lift the boy up for healing. Please take a second, as you pray for Connor, to thank Him for this step and those to come.

E.

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