Friday, October 28, 2005

Surgery

Today, for many people, was a day just like any other day. Fall colours glistened in the sunshine of a crisp, blue skied autumn day. My husband and I drove to the city anticipating the surgery that would enable him to breathe normally again. I think we were both a little nervous, and yet excited at what the surgery would do. Shortly after our arrival, we kissed good-bye and he was whisked into the operating room. A couple of hours later I found him in recovery, heavily sedated. The operation was a success, now for the recovery period. How much medication does it take to keep a good man down---I think we are about to discover! Thank God we live in a time and place where this surgery was possible. Life is still good.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Curling

Tonight my hubby and I tried curling for the first time and I discovered it is nowhere near as easy as it looks. My rock was about as uncontrollable as were my feet on the ice! Kudos to all curlers, especially those who manage to stay balanced and place the rock right where they want it to go. My highlight of the evening, apart from creating a wild team cheer for our "Australian" team, was meeting a couple from a small town we once visited in Mexico back in the seventies. It is a small world after all.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

The youngest becomes a man

Today is a special day. Not only is it 28C at 42 Latitude in Canada on October 6th, the three pronged sassafras leaves softly turning yellow tinged with mandarin, today my youngest turns 18. Eighteen and nowhere in the province to be found, but far the other side of the country near the Pacific Ocean, attending college. This in itself is an image of the grace of God. It was a miracle my son lived to be 5 and climbed on a yellow school bus to travel down the country highway to school (all staff alerted to his medical needs, his siblings and God to watch over him). It was probably a miracle I didn't home school him, but had the faith God would meet all his needs in a country school thirteen years ago. Now he has travelled far, thinks deeply, reads widely, writes music, plays piano and violin, and amazes us with his progress and faith. Son, we are proud to be your parents, excited to see your growth, and watch with joy as you and your God unfold your future.