It is snowing today. First day for the season around here, and I catch myself dreaming of Christmas like a child. I keep flipping through my recent Taste of Home magazine circling what I want to make for the holidays, while the kids have circled everything in every Christmas catalog that has ventured to our house. That poor American Girl book is destroyed–but with love, of course. I tell Dan I am definitely going to have a holiday party this year–maybe two, and he just laughs it all off because I say it every year without serious commitment. Oh well. Next year, though…
As the seasons quickly change, I am also reminded of our life twelve months ago. It was the first time I had ever really (shamefully) acknowledged the meaning of truly stopping and appreciating what surrounded me. I was living in the hospital with my very sick child, a baby at home, a confused stepson and a husband buried in work. Nonetheless, we were all alive. We were all loved. We were still a family. Of course I have always been thankful for my blessings but I spent a lot of time focusing on what it really meant to give thanks during that time.
Fast forward to today and I still hold on to those moments in the hospital, watching the snow fall from the sky to the world around me late at night after putting Tessa to sleep. Those times never escape me. Because it was those moments from which I learned the greatest gift of life is that as long as there is love, there is always something to be thankful for. Love seeds hope, and hope will always bloom wherever love is rooted. No matter where we are or who we are with in each treasured day, believe in love and the rest will fall in place…maybe not at that exact moment, maybe not when we really need it to; but it will.
Some of the best times in life are not the easiest to navigate through. That is what makes it all worth it–heavy feet, long journeys, rough roads and knowing that someday we will make it though. And when that time comes, I can look back while smiling and admire the adventure; unfavorable moments and all.
This snow is making me all warm and fuzzy, although I am pretty sure I should thank my pumpkin spice coffee creamer for that. Normally I would complain about it the start of winter, but not today. Today I am thankful for the new season and how lucky I feel to celebrate it and enjoy it from my home.
Tessa in scheduled for a follow-up bone marrow biopsy this Thursday, November 13. Join me in praying for continued remission–a body free of cancer. Love and light to my sweet girl as she endures the procedure. Thank you for your continued support.