Last night we went out for dinner. We celebrated in the Vista Spring Cafe with a tasty salad and a superb IPA. It was the first anniversary of the longest day of our lives: Jean's brain tumor surgery--October 7, 2008.
One year ago today, October 8, was the pits. Jean was flat on her back, unable to turn her head without becoming dizzy or ill, unable to eat, unable to even think about rising from bed and trying to stand or walk with double vision and absolutely no strength.
Today, loved by God and us, she is well and whole again. But her recovery is no more miraculous than each successive breath and heartbeat that we take for granted. The seeds of God's love and life are planted in us and all around us. May we daily bask in this grace and give thanks.
Walk today in this glorious autumn light. Walk each day in peace and joy.
Last year, on October 5, Hilary ran her first Portland Marathon in the rain. It was all for her Mom. Thank you, Jean and Hilary, for running well together!