I want to thank you for all of your supportive comments, your continued prayers, and all of the wonderful book suggestions!
The past week has been challenging. We went to a baseball game to see Jack's team play his best friend's team. Ouch. Then we had the spring arts festival at school. Not only did it bring back lots of memories, including the way Jack and his friends talked the music teacher into adding a part to last year's performance so Jack could be a tumbleweed, but it was also brutal seeing Jack's sweet classmates play a song on their guitars. You see, all the 7th graders learned guitar this year. I was pissed that Jack didn't get to play guitar because I wasn't born yesterday and I know full well that a cute boy, even one who might not be the biggest, hunkiest guy on the block, will get the girls if he has soulful eyes (check!) and plays guitar (check!).
The highlight of the evening (seriously!) was Margaret's hilariously spot-on comic performance of a female cat whose love falls off a roof and dies and then is brought back to life during the funeral in the folk song "Don Gato." Strange topic, we know, but nothing surprises us anymore and she nailed it.
Now, as we enter the weekend, we face our town's Memorial Day carnival, which has always been a highlight for our family.
Craptastic. But we'll survive. I promise.
I want to leave you with a "God Wink" for the weekend. I have so many of these to share, and I hope you find them encouraging.
A few months ago, my fellow Monkees at Glennon's AMAZING blog Momastery, put together a goody bag for us that centered around a jaunt to Leesburg, a quaint nearby town. They were hoping that an afternoon away would be an opportunity for us to make some new memories, and it was. We took Margaret and a friend and went out to lunch and to a few adorable shops. The second one we entered was a French kitchen-type store, and I soon noticed there were large ceramic cicadas all over the walls. Not the most attractive things, but you know my affinity for cicadas, and how they remind me of Jack, so I was pleased. I was chuckling about that when Margaret's friend went straight to the greeting cards, pointed to a single one in front, and said, "This one's cool."
Indeed. Now it's on our fridge.
Old memories. New memories. Lasting Love.