Thank you to everyone who’s prayed for our family over the past 48 hours. Thanks to those who’ve visited, sent a kind word, or called to ask about how we’re doing. Thanks to Libby’s 5th Grade homies for making cards, visiting her at the hospital and lifting her spirits.
It means more to her and to me than you know.
As most of you know. Much like myself, my ten-year-old daughter Libby is, in short, a goofball. She is a goofball in the best connotations the word could ever carry. She is the comic relief on a day when the mortgage is due and Teddy is on the rampage. She’s the perfectly timed whoopee cushion in a stuff-shirt room. Elizabeth Grace Owens is always quick with a smile and generous with her time, energy and her heart.
What I’ve seen from the outpouring from everyone is that the rest of the world is catching on to what our family already knew. This kid is the bomb. Sometimes that bomb looks like it exploded on her side of her bedroom…BUT…she is the bomb nevertheless.
Please continue to pray for my Libby’s speedy recovery because, frankly, this house is temporarily one goofball short…and that just won’t do.
Life Don’t Rhyme,
Greg “Manchild” Owens
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