formed. It was holy ground and a celebration. My mother’s
heart was delighted and full.
Our peaked girl walked into the reception for a few
moments but knew she needed to be elsewhere to give honor
to her own body and situation. We all felt sad that she wasn’t
among us as we ate and laughed and danced. She had made fast
friends on Friday with a 6th grade boy from New York City
while kicking a soccer ball and playing video games. His mom
reported that he had a thing for sassy girls and was so sad to
hear of her situation. Our girl’s sass had bowed down to sick
on this particular day. He kept voicing hope that maybe she
would come to the party for just a little while. I think he had
hopes of dancing with our sassy girl.
During other segments of my journey, such an
inopportune time for a fender bender and a stomach bug
would have thrown me off balance in a more profound way.
Though there were both deep disappointments and a wish for
a partially different script on these days, the weekend was full
of joy and laughter and tears and gratitude. We welcomed
another beautiful daughter-in-law, and one more of our
children had made a home with the one he loves most deeply.
On Sunday morning, our girl woke up after about 14
hours of sleep and was almost as good as new. There were
fifteen awful hours that came at a most unfortunate time. As
we looked out the window on this day, we witnessed another
short-lived, snowy surprise. Sometimes the undesired or
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