|The kids in Huntsville after the Monster Truck visit.|
|Eli and Grave Digger driver Gary Porter. Ei's fav is GD.|
|At the Monster Jam show. Seats were up front.|
|Kids enjoying decent weather.|
|We went bowling while Hg was sick b/c she|
Then he read, “When did the grieving begin? Like blackness that hides in the beauty of the night, it was in the background unnoticed. But, I was watching. I am convinced that I was because knowing that a monster grows inside him I imprint every second with him into my deepest memory. So, I know that I was watching. But, I wasn’t just watching, I was entranced by hope and busy with the fight, so it wasn’t until I grew weary of holding the trance that I saw reality. He isn’t the gift; it was time with him that is the gift. We had prayed to have this child that would complete our family portrait. But, I dared to ask for this gift and then set the parameters for God to give it. Selfishness - I had to let that go. That must be when the grieving began. I have been grieving the loss of the future I expected for him; the future I expected for our family. I had been grieving the loss of baseball games, math grades, driving a car and girlfriends. I had to let go of college days, a first job and family of his own. I had to peel away the selfish layers of my prayers and offer the core which is that he simply be a light for Christ and rest with his maker. Has that prayer not been granted? There is no mother of a life-saving surgeon or a heroic general that is prouder than I am of my little nine-year-old that will forever be a little boy.”
|So, glad Daddy's home. Maybe he can help with the outside|
city next time.