On Friday, we found out that Josh would go into surgery yesterday. He has a great surgeon, who he happened to wrestle against in high school. The goal was to go in, scope his left knee and find out that we could do a partial replacement. That didn't work out. The scope is done, but Josh will need a full replacement. The doctor is wanting to hold off on that for 8 - 10 years. So, the goal is that we can nurse it along until he's 45, and then get that thing replaced.
I sent the kids a picture of him in the hospital bed. Jackson said, "Is Dad wearing tights?!" I said, "Yes. Yes he is." He said, "Gross." Ha ha ha. I thought that was so funny.
Last night, Gus would not leave Daddy alone. He wouldn't. He had to lay right next to him. He was so gentle around that knee. Sweet boy.