Jumping update

Ty: 27 (and he's fast!)
G: 34 (and he jumps high)
S: I don't have a count for her, but she's into jumping forwards, backwards, criss-cross, with doubles

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The other day, you know, Ty asked a very difficult question.  Will I remember him in heaven?  -a sigh-

On chemo day, I speed-read (sped-read?) through the Gospels and Revelation and this is what I came up with:

1.  Heaven and being with God forever, is not about us.  It's about Him.  So, let's not think about it...?

2.  We are relational, like our God, and that fact can only get better in Heaven where there is no sin.  One must know someone to have a relationship with him/her.

3.  Rev. 21 says, "they will be my children."  Children of one father know each other is a perfect world, which Heaven will be. 

Only three ideas, I know; but remember!  I was being poisoned at the time.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.

I was given today, though.  I hugged Ty, I soothed him, I let him sit on me while drawing, and I counted his jumps.  (He's only up to 5 with the jumprope.)  Thank you, God, for today.  May I please have tomorrow?

My Ty... the Indian?*

So, Ty has often wanted to eat with his hands, saying that he's Ethiopian and that how it's done.  Usually I let him do it, because, well, it's true.  But usually, that means breaking off a piece of injera and pinching a mouthful.

Tonight I needed some soul food; so thanks to our GENEROUS friends, we had Indian.  And Ty wanted to eat with his hands... Indian style.  This means mixing everything up with your fingers, forming a mouthful and carrying it home.  My baby!

*I mean, he did crash an Indian baptism once, so...

My Ty

So, the other day, Ty dragged me into my room, shut the door and began to cry and hug me.  "I love you.  I need you to know that.  You are in my heart and I don't want you to go."

Ugh.  It's been emotional around here, especially with Mothers' Day and the approaching tell-all CT scan.

Later at dinner, he said, "There is one thing that I'm jealous of... that you'll get to see how heaven is first."  And I said that it will be amazing to be free... I won't remember the sadness, the problems, the...  "Will you remember me?"  Ugh.  And then we were all sobbing.  I don't know.  I busted out the Grudem's Systematic Theology, but it gave me no answer.  I told him that I know that there will be people from every tribe, nation and tongue and that he'll certainly find me amongst his Wollaitan people (since they've adopted me as half-caste), ululating and shhh-ing because of the glory of God.  

I plan on spending my day at the hospital searching the Bible for an answer.  Maybe there isn't.  

Dex is back!

Whoa!  Yesterday Dex and I got SO much done!  We made granola, started kombucha, made a Falafel Feast, gardened, hung out two loads of laundry to dry in the blessed sun, sorted through all of Sophie's hand-me-downs to find a summer stock, sorted through all of the kids' shoes, did a Mary Poppins on the kids' rooms, and... I'm sure there was more... oh yes, we scrubbed the bathroom floor.  And then after a 6 AM breakfast this morning, we mopped the wooden floors.  Whew!

Playing at the chateau

Ty's opinion

During a TASTY dinner of kale and bean burritos tonight, we were all laughing at Rob's air-piano action to a Switchfoot song, and Ty said, "Don't we have the best family?"  "Yes, yes, we do."

At the D with the Big C

Last weekend was gorgeous... warm, sunny, beautiful, and so we went to work at the dacha.  "Work." Rob worked.  The kids worked on their cave.  I... well, I would place a few potatoes in their hole and then have to sit down to catch my breath and drink some water.  A few more potatoes placed, and more rest and water for me.  I was so weak.  I don't like being weak.  I can't even enjoy my favorite activity anymore.  I'm sad.

This morning's music a la Ty

Today, he started out humming the Star Wars theme song and then all of the sudden he sang, "Voices in my head!"  (I do not know where that came from.)  Next came Star of the County Down (about 5x faster than it should be.), Minstrel Boy, English Country Gar-ar-ar-ar-den, Molly Malone, and he finished with Hail the Blessed Morn.  At the end of the last, the kid did something crazy with his voice and took the last verse up a key.  If Femi had heard that, he'd sign him up for his team NOW!

"Did you like that MamA?"  "Am I a born singer?"  And Girum said, "It's because your name is Get..." (who is Ty's namesake and is a rather well known Ethiopian praise singer).

My baby!