I am walking upright.
In my comfy clothes.
Intentional about what I do.
Who’s paths I cross.
How much time I spend running around is limited.
I am quiet inside.
My grief is fatiguing.
Day after day, tears flow easily.
The depth of deep loss.
The beauty of great love.
Today, unexpectantly, I was ‘touched’ by two neighbours: L and J from Vtown and ‘Kind K’ from our new hood.
After school, I took the boys skating to the outdoor rink by the lake. It was
more like skate/swimming as it was ten degrees out. We had a great time. We were amazed when we saw these two faces stroll by:
Professional pumpkin carvers.
Across the street neighbours.
Dearly missed neighbours.
After skating, I walked in our front door and immediately heard a knock on the door behind me. It was our new neighbour from across the street. She brought me these:
She lost her mom to cancer two years ago and she just wanted me to know she was thinking about us as we head into this Christmas season.
The power of neighbours.
The power of thought.
The power of being.
Being a neighbour, there is nothing like it!
I am grateful.
I am humbled.
I am hopeful.
I am happy to admit that I asked for help. Yup, this do-it-yourselfer and type Aer is official reformed. Our socks have been blessed off this weekend. My heart is full.
We ask a few of Sexy Neck’s friends/work colleagues as well as a friend of mine/neighbour to come over and help move our huge play structure across the yard.
We had a dump truck load of top soil arriving shortly after so we asked if the three families wanted to stay for pizza. They did and it turned into an awesome night. I wish I had gotten a picture of the ten kids around our kitchen table as well as the parent standing around them.
The help we got was awesome. The people amazing.
The gift of time and self.
Full of gratitude.
The next day we asked our friends from Vtown, Princess P and Papa B if they would share their landscaping and gardening gifts with us and help us with a few projects. They stayed the whole day helping us AND allowing our boys to help them. They were the most caring teachers showing ALL OF US how to do things. These two have the joy of angels and patience of Saints. We got to play with all of Papa B’s landscape tools. It was a beautiful day! Once the turf is in you are going to have to checkout our yard.
We shared dinner together. PB and PP brought gelato and talked about their upcoming trip to Italy.
A day outside.
Roots being drawn deeper.
Watered with friends love.
In this place God had brought us to.
Sun on our face.
Grateful for help.
I grew up on Clark Crescent. I think it was the best place in the world to grow up. Walking distance to schools, Moore’s Meadow and the store. Plus, we had the best neighbours.
Here’s our neighbours from three doors down. Mom and dad of three boys! Gotta love that!!
Hi Joanna and Michelle, Mike and all your family. I just wanted to add a bit to your wonderful blog. Some things I remember:
Your Mum -taking a course where she needed to study a child. She asked if she could do this with Ryan. I said sure as long as he was ok. Of course, easy going Ryan assented. Then you Mom said what if I do all three boys? Again. Sure if they are ok. So she did. Because all she did was confidential I never really knew what was asked or answered, but she did tell me they were classic: oldest, middle and youngest. When I see and hear of your fun exploits with your three boys Joanna, I can’t help but go back to my own years with 3boys.
Just one other thing. On your wedding day, when our friend Jean Rapaich was here at our home, doing your hair, I can’t begin to tell you how special it was to me. A GIRL in my home getting ready for her wedding day. Wow.
And your wonderful selfless Mom easily and willingly sharing that with me. Little things mean a lot. I picture Gwen- always with a wonderful smile on her face. And that’s the smile she is bestowing on your family now.
Sending love to all. Jan and Don
We are in the final days of “living” in the town where all three of my boys were born. I have been very intentional visiting with certain people and going to special places.
On Sunday, we went for a hike on the acreage behind the first house we lived in. We went with an old neighbour and her son. This is the home where JC was born beside the dishwasher. Here’s the story.
JC insisted on taking his backpack with a snack and a few other things in it. Does this ever happen to you with your own children? I said yes and boy did we get a surprise.
We had hiked up to the top of the hill overlooking the lake. The boys were sitting and chatting when suddenly out popped “Dukey”, JC’s teddy bear. We don’t let our teddy bears go travelling with us, but I sure smiled when I saw Dukey.
My mom had given us Dukey when were six months pregnant with JC. She gave it to us in the house at the bottom of this hill the Christmas before JC was born.
When Dukey popped out of the backpack it was a very special moment thinking about all that has happened in the last seven years since our boys (and Dukey) came into our lives.
Thanks JC for being in tune with other people and God’s Spirit inside of you. You are one of the most thoughtful and caring people that I know. You made us all smile today.