Today is Sunday, October 9. It is as close to a perfect day as is possible. If it were a winter day, the snow would be deep, the trees glistening with ice diamonds, and the air muffled and quiet. If it were a spring day, the sky would be blue, the trees would be blossoming and the air would have the promise of more to come. If it were a summer day, the sun would be blinding, the flowers would be in full bloom and thoughts would turn to hammocks, lakes, and walking barefoot in the grass. But this is an autumn day…it must be held close to the heart because there is just a hint of change in the air. The only way to really appreciate a day like this is to be outside and fully experience it or to be inside and write about it. There will be no Sunday afternoon nap today.
In July when our family spent time together in the Smokies, it seemed to set us on a speeding vehicle which was going too fast to allow us to jump off or even figure out a way to slow down. We went from vacation to absorbing part of Stephani and Ken’s household into our attic, cupboards and closets to the emotional sending them off to ministry in China to welcoming Ken’s son Seth to stay with us for a month to taking him to his first year of college. So September became a recovery month…trying to get home and garden under control while dealing with 2 family funerals, change of medication which made me sick for a month and the death of one of our cats. And there were wonderful high points including a visit with Michigan family members, a college reunion, the visit of our friend, Paul, a week in Nashville taking care of grandsons, participating in the Labor Day 5-mile walk over the Mackinaw Bridge and then the Fort4Fitness 4-mile walk here in Fort Wayne, a few weeks later. And do you know what was quite wonderful about these months? There were few doctor’s appointments. There was very little thought about cancer and treatment. We could just live life. Life without that cloud of concern in the back of our minds. THAT is truly a gift from God.
And how does a perfect day end? Today it ended with a NaNa and 2 little big girls sitting on the front porch swing, watching a beautiful sunset, playing silly games until it was too dark to see each other or anything else. The 9-year-old said “NaNa, could we just share thoughts?” Sweet.
I hadn’t come to Cramerworld for a long time. It was good to hear that Stephanie and Ken are China. It was also good to know that you are doing well, and now with a grandson to put in college. We never know what is coming next do we!
I’ve had my own little bump in the road with ductal hyperplasia. Now the C word brings a little palpitation…but I suppose I’m working hard to maintain faith and maybe plenty of denial…this is nothing to worry about. God bless, and keep writing. You do a great job. Your family will surely treasure your journaling in future years.
Norma
sweet indeed! Grandkids are simply the bestest!