Sunday, September 7, 2014

A Year Ago Today

Thirty-one years ago today, my son-in-law Aaron came into this world.  

A year ago today, Aaron and my daughter Madeline discovered they would be having a Sweet Bobblehead.  

What a year it's been for Aaron and Madeline and our whole family.  

In April (on Madeline's birthday), Aaron was lying in the ER getting a diagnosis of acute MS.  He couldn't walk or use his hands properly.  His vision was way off.  

There were moments in the months of hospitalization that followed when we thought we might lose him.  But the relapses finally stopped and his body (and weight) had a chance to stabilize.

We have praised God every moment of this last year--even at our lowest--His love and care for us ever present.  Family and friends prayed for us, rallied around us, kept our spirits focused on what was good.

We thank you all.

Today Aaron is walking unaided.  His vision is back.  He's driving again.  He's back to looking for a position in the museum field.  

But now he has a baby girl--a real joy-giver who loves him and thinks his monkey noises are the best.

She's right.  

Our family has grown closer to God and to one another even while there have been rough patches--even if Madeline and I periodically argue over whose turn it is to cook.  

I'm usually right.  

Don't listen to what she says.

Our awareness of others has increased, too.  

Sometimes when we're out in public, I notice people watching Aaron walk--his gait is not a perfectly "normal" one.  I wonder what's going through their minds--maybe they suspect he's been imbibing.  Maybe they think what  I now think when I see people who are not walking/behaving "normally"--I wonder if they have MS or ALS or some other challenging disorder/disease--and I stop what I'm doing and pray for them.  

We could all use a little prayer.

We pray for the future of our family, hoping above all else that Love remains our Constant.

Happy Birthday, Aaron.  

Speaking of love--you have ours.

All in Goodwill,
~Lisa

Friday, August 29, 2014

Giving a Writer Some Encouragement--It's a Public Service! (The Blog Tour Continues)

The "Writers on Writing" Blog Tour continues!

And it's my pleasure to introduce you to three talented eclectic bloggers.  They've each answered four "simple" questions.  

First up is Kerry Raterink.  I've known Kerry for years and have had the fortune to read many of her witty, word-smithy blogs.  Kerry says of herself:

Sunday, August 24, 2014

On Knitting Things Together

Be glad I wasn’t the one who knit you together.

Hannah B., on the other hand, is a skilled knitter.  In fact, she knit a perfectly gorgeous two-foot by two-foot square (made of the softest yarn known to mankind) for the Sweet Bobblehead to keep with her for comfort. 

And the Sweet Bobblehead loved it.

 A lot. 

(I would post a picture of it, but Maddie, Aaron, and the baby have gone on an outingthe two-by-two-foot square, of course, with them.)

It began to worry me—what if the blanket went missing?  Or something happened to it? 

What would we do???

Friday, August 22, 2014

"Writing About Writing" Blog Tour

Thank you Elizabeth Cottrell of Heartspoken for including me in the “Writing About Writing” Blog Tour. I only had to answer four “simple” questions.

Hahahaha.  

A week from now (or thereabouts), I’ll introduce two or three other writers who will tackle these questions from their own perspectives. If you’re new here, be sure to add your name to our email list in the sidebar. Your information will be protected, and you can unsubscribe at any time. 

For a price.  

Just kiddingthis isn't Facebook.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

The Loss of a Friend--To all You People with Vegetable Gardens

I have a tale to tell.

It’s about a former friend.  Nonna is her name.  Lisa, she says one day—the garden exploded—especially the green beans, she says.  You are welcome to come and pick as many as you like—I don’t want to see them go to waste, she says.

A couple of hours later, she and her comedian husband, Brian, scoff at the Pampered Chef Mixing Bowl I bring to collect the organically grown Blue Lake Green Beans. That’s not gonna work, dear—Nonna says. You’re gonna want one of those—and we have plenty.  She’s pointing to a five-gallon bucket. 

I was born and raised in cities, never had a vegetable garden, never picked a green bean—and apparently I know nothing of the term “exploding garden.”

Nonna shows me the garden in question; it looks deceptively manageable.  You can pick as much of these three rows as you’d like, she says—though we have a family reunion at 3:30.  Three-thirty?  It’s what—eleven now?  She hands me a pillow and a stool resembling a miniature saw horse.  That’s for your comfort, she says.  Don’t forget to come in for water and some shade, she says—you’ll need it.