Yes, we are back from our Jackson (and Deb) + Doctors trip to Boston. In a post on Monday I will give more details. The short line is that I will need to return for yet another surgery on Jan 13th. I have mixed feelings about all that this means ... but the surgery will give me yet another real possibility for a “beyond probability” event (aka miracle).
On Christmas Eve I am celebrating along with Daniel all the blessings of this life. We came in about 10 pm last night. I immediately turned the lights on my diorama creche (seen here) and the Christmas lights. Daniel and I rejoiced in our cozy house.
Big news last week was our grandson, Zachary (now 9). On Wed there was an article in the Wilmington paper entitled “Little Star: Zac Pollard.” It told of his sports activities and hobbies (including his little sibling care). We think they chose to do the piece on him because, with his pitching (and sometimes catching), his traveling team had the best record not only in N.C., but all four states in the region and was 6th in the nation. We’re hoping the Red Sox scouts take the Wilmington paper.
Since he was four Zac has focused on becoming a pitcher for the Boston Red Sox. (That may the because of I gave him a book called “Zachary’s Ball.” We think his magical-4-year-old-mind thought that the book was showing him his future just as his photo books showed him his past. The book remains his favorite, though Harry Potter is competing fiercely for that spot.)
More big news about Zac last week (even more important according to GrandBe) was his starring role in his school’s Christmas Play, A Christmas Carol. The play was an hour and he had lines in every minute of it. He is an actor all right! He only joined the drama club six weeks before the play. Way to go Zac!
Abi and Luc loved the play (as did all Grandparents --see three in this picture).
Last week was also a time of getting our Christmas “stuff” from the POD and beginning to decorate the house. We lingered at home a day after we planned to leave mostly so that I could see and touch my precious Christmas things. I continue to meditate on the meaning of the joy I get seeing these cheerful things ... and also my history of Christmas. Two years ago with my recently amputated feet, visits from my totally tired out husband (after 2 months of his being on constant call for my care), and no friends or family near, I had a bleak Christmas. It is only in looking back in the light of the joy of Christmas ’09 and the anticipation of Christmas ’10 that I am able to admit how bleak it was. I find so much HOPE for the future [regardless of what today looks like] in all these ponderings.
We are wishing you all HOPE and love and a most bright holiday season.
Bonnie for BanD
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