A post from Wednesday:
Two weeks ago today Angelee fell. How our lives have changed in the last two weeks! I really don't know that we love our little angel more than we did before; we've always loved her an awful lot. But our love has changed. It's deeper, more precious, more tender. And it's the same for all of our kids. I appreciate their presence in my heart more intensely as I am more keenly aware, again, of the fragility of life. It's not quite right that it often takes something sad to make us realize how happy we really are. I know that my sons would be embarrassed at a big old mushy public display of mother-love (aw, didja hafta, Mom?), so I'll just say that I love my girl. Lots. I love my boys. Lots and lots.
My other happysad for today is a birthday. Thank you, Jeanne and Dallas, for bringing your first son into the world a number of years ago. He became the husband of my youth, the father of my first five boys. He, like Angelee, suffered from brain injuries - his caused by the brain tumors that eventually ended his life. Through him I first learned of the sweetness of love, and the heartache of loss. But because we have once loved, we are forever more able to love.