Kids write mother’s day cards. So did ours. And before you ask, they don’t write father’s day cards.

One year, our two daughters bought and signed a card for Pat, which Pádraig signed as well. He had been extremely busy with all sorts of other really important and urgent things, and had not managed to get his own cards. His name was very obviously written on the card with a different pen, just added at last minute. Or rather, second last minute. Because the real last minute action on the card was the scribbling out of Pádraig’s name. The girls had bought the card, and they would not get this last-minute-brother get in on the game. – Another year, Pádraig got his own card, saying something about the nicest mam in the world! Just to make sure that Pat appreciated the trouble he’d gone into getting this card, he noted that he had spent hours finding a card saying ‘mam’, rather than ‘mom’!

Those were the happy times.

Today wasn’t.

Though, Pádraig is doing well, in the big scheme of things. Last night, he held up his head for quite some time all by himself. We play the Marino Waltz by the Dubliners to him most nights. Last night it looked like as if he was moving his head in the rhythm of that tune. He is also very stable physically. We are hopeful of things to come.

I’ll keep it short tonight. Read yesterday’s press release if you haven’t.

There was a lovely fundraiser last night, which I hadn’t been aware of. See the picture! Thank you, Aodhán!