You will be so missed.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
hauling the canoe up on shore after a paddle (okay, Mike does that part)
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Here is my felted bag. When I knitted it, it was HUGE. Then, my friend Jackie felted it in her washing machine. Kieran says it would be perfect for his cars but I have other plans for it. The nice thing about bags for gifts is that one doesn't have to worry about sizing.
I also finished one half of my sock project and am delighted to report that I'm almost finished the second. The bad news is that they are quite different. Apparently, my tension has changed. One sock is a little billowy while the other is more snug. Oh well! The recipient is exceedingly pleased--except for the fact that they likely won't fit until he's ten.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
That's why this space has been a little quiet lately. But so many of my friends and members of my community read this, I wanted to share so you can send prayers and hopes for healing our way. I really believe in that. And my intuitive little boy will just know you're all on his side.
I'm trying to be positive but I'm sure you can imagine my fears. This is a panic like nothing I've experienced. I have to remind myself that this has been Kieran's life since he was born and given his initial prognosis, we've had remarkable periods of wellness. But tonight, just hours after another fifteen minute seizure, that seizure-free time seems so long ago. Just when I think I've learned something about all of this, I get the heart knocked out of me.
The other day, Kieran was playing in the mud in our backyard. I was planting my new flower garden. At bedtime, Kieran looked at me and said:
"Something made me really happy today."
"Watching you plant your flowers."
And it's just this amazing feeling knowing that a person who is so fresh, and so new to this earth is studying me so closely. I know that I have to be strong for him. I know he's afraid and I know he's watching me.
When he asked me WHY tonight after his seizure ended, I told him that I didn't know. I told him that his daddy and I would do everything is our power to help him because we're a team.
I don't believe there's a reason for everything. Some things just suck. But I trust that we aren't alone and that's why we'll get through this.
When doors to healing open, we'll have the faith to walk through.