Three weeks ago, Kris and I flew off to spend two weeks with Tara, Jim, and Zoe. At the end of the runway, Tara and Zoe awaited our arrival and whisked us to their beautiful home. Jim and Kellan were on the soccer field.
During those two weeks, I again experienced the wonder of God allowing me to live past those six days three years ago. I can't be more thankful that my life has not been restricted to tubes, but instead full of potential only slightly limited. They had rented a hospital bed for me which provided the comfort and rest needed to function better. Once again I found myself on the soccer field. It brought back memories of rooting like a fool for Kellan's mom and uncles. Nice memories. No less exciting to me was my watching my 2 year old grand daughter, Zoe, at her gymnastics practice. She immediately forgot my being there as she walked along the beam like an Olympian of just a few weeks ago. However, the biggest moment came when "Mr. So Important," Kellan, had his grand Ma/Dad visit his kindergarten. "Let me show you. This is my teacher," 'he's a great kid.' "This is our blackboard and here is my stuff, let me show you this and that." I was in seventh heaven. We captured a little bit of their growth before having to return home. The weather was great, and I was able to sit outside in my wheelchair. It felt like Brooklyn as I met many of the neighbors coming and going. That part of my life is now over, and I am back in my own hospital bed still a little exhausted, but totally enriched.
Have you inventoried your last two weeks and are you any less enriched. I doubt it very much, but at times, I do think we miss the real "stuff" of life dwelling too much in the past and future. It's only "now" that we have been gifted with. Careful that you don't allow Tara to become Mrs. Munholland without sharing every moment with her. What a shame that would be.
