Pops is looking very strong and perhaps more importantly, very happy. His granddaughters come over and he just lets them light him up. He has a newfound lightness about him that is very obviously a big part of his healing. He's not making much of an effort to find a homeopathic answer to the ills that have beset him - old dog and his old tricks is just more apropos to the comfort of seven decades of being self directed. But I like to think that he's imbibing freely of this good medicine that are my CHICKS. Mette wouldn't even eat pancakes from me today, she only wanted to climb up into Pops' lap and be fed his breakfast, and he so willingly gave it all to her. It was magical. She knows the things she wants and needs and gravitates to them wordlessly, inspired only by the guts. In her presence he is moved by the same intuition. It's really a blessing to see the strength flooded back into him.
