The journey

I have a tendency to be a 'destination' kind of a girl. Have no clue what I mean? Well, it's a compulsion to really look forward to things, then totally disregard the here and now. The destination rather than the journey. I look to a time when things will get easier (ha!), I'll be more organized (one can dream), there won't be so many demands on my time.

God is opening my eyes to something really beautiful. Right now. Right here. It's what counts, it's what matters. It is a gift!

The journey...

The trike-a-thon at K's preschool was something that most kids couldn't wait for and participated in with enthusiasm. I read about it and wondered what we would do. K had never been on a trike before. The weakness in his right side causes most gross motor skills to be very challenging and this was one we just hadn't taken on yet. Before we knew it the day was upon us. K's occupational and physical therapists arrived armed to prepare a sweet little boy for a first experience. They adapted his trike to meet his special needs. Although Dave had to walk beside him and gently push some of the time, K participated and acquired a little bit more self esteem.

While most children were able to go 7-10 laps, K did 2 1/2. Never have you seen a more satisfied look then when his ribbon, which every child received, was pinned on his shirt. "I won mom! I won!" were the words that he nearly giggled out.

The journey...

The early morning doctor appointment that K and I traveled to together last week gave us an excuse for a special mommy and K day (I almost wrote 'special K' and mommy day, but that made me hungry for cereal). On the hour long trip we sang together, laughed at jokes no one else would understand, and talked about triangles.

Once we arrived we were ushered in to see K's rehabilitation doctor who usually sees him twice a year. It had been 9 months since we had been able to see her last. She was amazed at his progress. This is a doc who tends to be a touch negative in her responses, so seeing her smile and hearing her rave was a rare treat. She wrote a prescription for a cane to be used in the place of his walker. She was pleasantly surprised at his spelling/early reading skills. Seeing doctors now who made grave predictions for our little guy when he was yet a baby is such an uplifting experience. Never did they imagine they would be observing what they now are in K.

The journey...

Attending the crisis pregnancy center fundraising banquet and hearing a personal testimony of a family who has been greatly impacted by the seeds planted by those of us who volunteer there. Meeting the precious little 9 month old baby girl who's life is unfolding due to God's amazing work. Being a part of some thing like this gives me goose bumps and focuses my eyes heavenward.

The journey...

Having a rare evening at home and taking the time to fulfill a three year olds request for these. Oh friends, you must MUST try these. You will not be sorry! For even more fun, make them with a three year old and distribute flour all over your kitchen. -And for those of you who have been waiting and waiting for this recipe to go public, yes I am finally letting the secret out. :)

The journey...

The early Saturday morning opportunity to speak to grieving parents, share personal experiences, and reach out. A legacy for the children we can't cuddle. The rose petals tossed into the waterfall - reflecting upon our babies and God's infinite goodness.

The journey...

The crisp, cool, clear, Saturday afternoon in which I failed miserably in getting caught up on house work but instead enjoyed this and truly savored every minute:

The journey my friends, the journey!

Enjoy it!