The Smell of Thanksgiving
His life has changed me, has changed us all. And i pray that ten years down the road I can look back with graciousness, and thankfulness that we traveled this road the best we knew how----together, one day at a time.
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And so Thanksgiving is over and my stomach hurts--and all are in bed. Overall today was a good day. Seeing one SIL I hadn't seen in over a year was a true blessing--we instant message nearly daily from Germany to Michigan, but it's just not the same as getting a hug and a smile!
Dinner was a bit late, our bellies aching for that once a year feast. But when the dinner call came I couldn't move from my spot. My little man, hooked up to his inifnity pump and sound asleep needed his rest. Sixteen family members dove forks tines first into the turkey and stuffing. Me, I just laid my head back on my chair and shut my eyes and smelled.
And it wasn't the turkey I was smelling. The fragrant aroma of my four year old son, curled up on my lap with his infinity pump gently whirling in my ear. To me, his life means the world. The fact that the doctors were wrong, he was not terminal--three times over, was my mainstay. Sweet little boy. I'm so thankful for you.
What does your Thanksgiving look like?
If you are in Michigan and want to join a new group designed to address the need for local communities to encourage each other on their journey's, possibly connect in real life over coffee and pie, or just let down your hair in a PM message to someone....here's the place. No medical advice, no where to go and who to see advice, just trying to address the soul part of each of us that needs to be filled when we so often run on fumes.
FB: Michigan Families of Medically Complex Children.
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