Friday, October 30, 2015

Sacrificial Love

My little pumpkins searched for pumpkins!  The boys rummaged the patch with earnestness for the best "finds."  Each son insisted that they found the perfect one.  Personally, I think the pumpkins with blemishes have character and rank highest on my list.

Basically the entire month of October is Cooper's birthday month.  He is the only one in the family with a birthday not in December or January.  And.He.Loves.It.

Cooper does have to share his birthday with other October babies in the extended family.  He doesn't mind sharing the celebrating as long as he gets his own cake!

Over fall break, we took a quick trip over to St. Louis to visit the City Museum.   Caleb came prepared with a head lamp (that actually came in handy....who's laughing now!).

The City Museum is filled with hidden passages, mazes...
 ten-story slides....

ball pits (by the way, I jumped into the ball pit too and forgot how amazingly fun it is to jump around in a ball pit!)....

 a ferris wheel on the roof....

top sort of thing....
 human hamster wheel and so much more!

 Free St. Louis Zoo was an added bonus the next day!

Another highlight of the break was taking the kids to their first concert: Toby Mac.  What made the evening was Cooper's concert attire: shades and a necklace.  He also had some pretty sweet dance moves.  This mom has to keep up!  

Grandma's health has rebounded since the last post (thanks for the texts, prayers, and concerns!).  Mentally she is a bit scrambled.  It's been a joy to spend precious moments with her.  We're praying for God's perfect timing for when he decides to bring her home, and we are thankful for the time we've had in her company.

I made Cooper's birthday cupcakes for his class.  Cooper decorated them.  He had so much fun making Minon cupcakes (could be because he ate about half the marshmallow bag!).

As mentioned in my last post, my sweet Grandmother has taken a bad turn with her health.  A few weeks ago, she had a massive stroke.  On one particular day, when she was completely unresponsive, we thought she would pass.  I said my goodbyes and let her know it was ok for her to go to heaven.

But it wasn't her time.

The very next day, my mom called me in complete shock.  Grandma was awake and responsive.  It was surprising, and yet unsurprising.  Grandma has always seemed a bit immortal to me. She has a fight in her that few know unless they truly sit in her presence.  She's a contradiction.  Externally frail, yet internally mighty.

Physically she's rallied.  Mentally, she vacillates between lucidity and confusion.  It amazes me that she can recite her home address from 1954 with complete accuracy, yet she can call you the wrong name.  The mind is truly a mystery.

We certainly don't know the time we have left with her, and perhaps that makes it all the more precious.  Each visit we make special, not knowing if this is our last time together.  Each time I say the same things: she's loved; she's special; and she always made me feel the same.

We pray for God's timing for when he takes her Home.  God's timing is a mystery.  But, I've seen glimpses of God's hands in each day.  Perhaps the most touching thing to watch is my mom tending to her mom.  She does so in a sacrificial, honoring way.  She tends to her mom's needs: buying her fresh pajamas, ensuring the wheelchair cushion is soft and wounds are well-dressed.  She talks to my Grandma in tender ways.  It's not about the words she utters, but the manner in which she delivers the words.  She's loving on my Grandmother when Grandmother has not to offer back.  And when I watch the display, all I think about is how this is love in its purest, most raw state.  It is lovely.

For the days God has given us with Grandma, we are grateful.  For the opportunity to watch love played out in our family, I am thankful too.

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