Titus’ new past-time, chatting with the messages on the answering machine. Is there anything more delicious than a baby chattering on the phone?
These photos were all snapped on Friday after our day of classes. We waited with my nephew until his ride came so the kids threw a football around the parking lot. Theo sat and cried. At least he is cute when he cries.
Is he looking fatter? Caught in the act of consuming a pretzel. I think his eyes have more sparkle.
Horseback riding today and lots of ‘wrastling’ as Theo calls it. Thomas’ port site is healed and he is wrastling a lot!
Theo’s new-do! No more mop-top for him. He was feeling pretty proud of his haircut and it was only mildly traumatic for him, unlike the last one which left him bathed in sweat and tears.
I am loving fall. This fall has been particularly beautiful in Colorado. Sometimes it gets cold early and all the leaves just die rather than turning colors first. This fall has creeped in slowly and the colors are gorgeous. Today was the perfect fall day, rather overcast and chilly and the kind of day where cider, a book and a comforter are the essential ingredients. Fall always makes me nostalgic. Something about the light does it to me. And that familiar feeling of change comes again and makes me sit and remember our lives last year as compared to now. This time last year we were blissfully unaware of Thomas’ condition although looking back I can remember little things here and there that were signposts of what was to come. Last fall I was holding a new baby and adjusting to life with six kids. How things change.
I keep thinking of the ending to Return Of The King, the last book in the Lord of The Rings trilogy. I actually think of the movie. Isn’t that terrible? Of course the books are far better than the movies but in this particular case I think of the movie. It is the scene where the hobbits, finally returned to their beloved Shire, are sharing a pint together in the tavern. The entire journey they have looked forward to the time when they would again live in the Shire and enjoy its many delights. Frodo, Sam, Merri and Pippen sit around the table and looking into each other’s eyes, they know they will never fit into the Shire they way they once had. They share an unspoken knowing of all the they have experienced and seen together and they realize that no one else in the shire understands what they have endured. For all the joys of return, there is the bittersweet realization of change.
I have found as each new season comes, the realizations of all that has changed really hits me. Comments on the radio about cancer, talk about suffering, seeing old pictures all bring a look from Thomas and that shared knowing. We can look at each other and know without speaking and there is comfort in knowing and being known. We are undeniably changed, all of us, and thankful for what we have learned and seen. But it is bittersweet at the same time. It is a hard knowing.
And then Psalm 90 comes to mind and it fits. “Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations. Teach us to number our days that we may gain hearts of wisdom…” In all the change He remains constant and fixed and He knows above all knowing our story. He is our dwelling place.