Sharing and Celebrating

For the longest time, I've wanted to ask my Sunday School class to remember Michael in their prayers. I've not expressed that desire for the longest time because I knew I would struggle; i.e. start crying like I did when the minister's wife asked about Michael.

Something yesterday compelled me to speak up and I made it through the prayer request with no tears but a bit of emotion. And I gotta tell you, the experience was uplifting. I felt such warmth and caring from the group. It's something I won't soon forget.

I'm grateful to have spent a lot of the weekend with my Mom. All of us got together for dinner on Friday night at Outback - tres yummy - and went to the school art show to see Andrea's prize self-portrait. Mom and Ken helped us put together Michael's new armoire on Saturday. It'll be much easier for Michael to get his clothes out now. Then, Saturday night we watched the high school's production of "Annie Get Your Gun".

Mother's Day was pretty quiet at Chez Howe. When I returned from church, I discovered Andrea wrote "I Love Mom" all over the driveway in bright coloured chalk. Pity the rain tonight will wash it all away. Michael, Andrea and I went to brunch. After taking Andrea and her buddies shopping, I got my real Mother's Day gift - a few precious hours in the sewing room. Continued working on the red,white and blue Boxy Stars before discovering I didn't have enough red and blue fabrics. (Hope they're still available on the discount rack at Seams Sew Easy!) Tattoo Boy phoned to wish me a Happy Mother's Day. So, I felt loved all around!

Michael experienced the strangest thing during brunch yesterday. His oxygen tank went completely empty at the restaurant, so I dashed out to the car to get a replacement tank. Oddly enough he didn't need the new tank for a bit. He was able to take deep breaths and felt great, as if he was cured! It lasted for just a few minutes though. He told me he felt that way once before - when he took a nap and had a dream his lungs were healthy. Woke up feeling great and for a few minutes felt normal.

Normal's nice. Even for just a few short minutes.

Hugs,
Cathy