When Dad came up for breakfast this morning, he was not wearing his ‘heart patient’ bracelet.
He walked with O’Baby and me to pick Bubba up from school. And made it.
He made wise food choices all day, resisting unhealthy snacks.
He cracked open a diabetic cookbook, and even read a little of it.
He tried new things.
He went to the casino.
Baby steps, people. Baby steps.