Jump for Joy

It's a family joke that my mom cannot smile for pictures to save her life. She always looks a little pained and not necessarily joyful despite the fact that she's a very sweet and happy woman. So here are a few pictures from a recent afternoon on the trampoline with real smiles on her face. And, yes, I waited until I dropped her off at the airport this morning before posting these so that she wouldn't have access to me. :)

mid-sniff

Brian stayed up until 2:30 a.m. grading papers, and I apparently was having sympathy pains for him because I was also up until 2:30, so let's just say that the 5:15 wake-up call came much too early for both of us. I dropped my mom off at the airport early this morning, made a very fast trip to Trader Joe's and Whole Foods to load up on vegetables, brown rice, and ground turkey and now Rory and I are back home curled up on this rainy day. My scar tissue refuses to back down quietly after my trip to Oklahoma last week, and I am fairly certain that it's going to require another trip to the doctor, but I'm trying to take it easy today and keep a heating pad on it to see if a day of little movement will help keep the pain and infection at bay. Here's hoping anyway!