No cares or worries in the world......... Not TODAY!
This is the story of a girl named Kayla who at 7 1/2 was diagnosed with a cancerous tumor in her brain called Medulloblastoma. "You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives. " Genesis 50:20
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Procrastination
As our time at home comes closer and closer to an end, I find myself in a state of denial and heavy procrastination. I know there are so many things I need to do here still, but I just can't bear the thought that it means we will be leaving soon. I love this town more. I love this house more. I love Trader Joe's more. I love my friends more. I love my neighbors more. I love these sunsets more. I love life more. We have really enjoyed being home together. I can only hope and pray that this next phase of treatment goes as quickly and as smoothly as possible so we can be back here again.
Today will remain in my heart as one of my favorite days ever. These two are my world! <3
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Enjoy your time at home, sending love to your family xoxo
ReplyDeleteIt looks like a great day! This sure reminds me to appreciate every day life.
ReplyDeleteLove the pictures of pure happiness and fun. It's great to have days like this. This is exactly what you needed to do today! Wonderful message, Annie.
ReplyDeleteSo glad to read about this wonderful day of totally being in the moment. Kayla, Anthony and friend looking so happy in their play... and oh my, what a great tree! Your dad and I had one in our backyard growing up - a smaller apple tree but still one we could climb up into and hang from. Memorable. Love and hugs from us all in PA! auntie ann.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful to see Kayla and Anthony so happy! I hope you will be able to reference these precious moments when you need extra strength. Your family touches my life EVERY day! XOXO
ReplyDeleteWE love you too, and I love to see Kayla and Darth in smiles!
ReplyDeleteKayla you are beautiful. <3
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