Archive for October, 2009
…pneumonia. I wish I could say it was nice to see you again but alas, it is not. I hate the way you make people feel. I hate that you cause persistent fevers and dry hacks and drain every ounce of energy a body has. When you visited me for an extended stay oh so many years ago I could deal with you, I was a young adult and I knew how to swallow pills. But this time you haven’t played fair. You’ve taken up residence in the chest of my boy…my boy who hasn’t swallowed a pill thus far in his life. I really do hate you.
Hello friends… I had a lovely post forming in my head of scrapping this weekend (first time in 4 months), homemade chicken noodle soup, rock climbing, boiled peanuts and such. I had pictures. But now I sit here feeling not at all creative and have only one thing on my heart to say: please pray for my boy. My sweet, 13-year old Powell who has been in bed for 6 days with a fever. A trip to the doctor, two shots and a Z-pack later we are home and nursing what has been confirmed as pneumonia. I know he’ll be fine but he is feeling awfully pueney and hates swallowing the pills.
Hello self…don’t forget to breathe. Don’t let this set you back as you’ve made strides in organization and relaxation recently. Remember to be creative, slow down and enjoy. All work and no play make one frustrated girl. Your boy will feel better, the holidays are on their way and the very cold air outside means warm drinks in the morning and cozy blankets at night; something to look forward to for sure.
….still here. I think about blogging, I do it in my head, I just don’t sit and actually do it. I think it’s something about typing for a living that makes me want to bolt from the chair and keyboard as soon as I can.
But alas, here I am. I had to document this. I had to say somehow, we were there, we were at yet another Light the Night walk and yet again I was moved, I was grateful and I was in awe. I think it’s the biggest one we’ve ever attended. It went through the streets of downtown Nashville. It started at LP field, went over the bridge, along the river, past Hard Rock Cafe, past BB King’s and back into LP Field. At several points I turned around and looked and as far as the eye could see was a sea of lit balloons. With my poor photography skills I couldn’t quite capture it but I tried….
It was a literal sea of balloons and people. I heard 2000-2500 attended. WOW. That’s a lot of money raised for a great cause. As we walked, I was so grateful that I was carrying a red balloon as a supporter and not a gold balloon in memory of. I was grateful each time I saw a gold balloon and I squeezed Tim’s hand a little tighter. Here is our family, represented Light the Night style:
And here is my Superman. I can’t believe all he has endured. But I think the look on his face says it all: he’s happy to be here.
During the walk you can’t help but think back on everything, the details that your mind doesn’t go to very often because you move on, you heal in more ways than one and life shifts into other things that take up your mental energy. But at one point, Powell came up and slipped his hand in mine. He’s 13 now and I think he is starting to piece it all together. He said, “Mom, we did it. We helped Dad. It was just the 3 of us when we found out he was sick.” And so it was. It was me, my sweet husband and my 9 month old baby. I think that 9 month old baby is what made Tim and I fight so hard to keep it all together.
On a lighter note, K had a good time too. The Titans Cheerleaders were there. (Really, her brothers wanted to be IN the picture, not taking the picture, but they had to play it cool.)
And finally a little something when I looked up at the night sky. I just thought it was cool. X marks the spot.