Just a thought... We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey. [Kenji Miyazawa]
Here we are - we made it to Monday. Actually, making it to Saturday was our aim last week, and we did. And we partly have you to thank for it.
As you know, it was Lauren's 26th birthday Friday (she's seen above in a favourite pic from 2004) and to celebrate, we shared with you a video of her singing the Canadian and US national anthems when she was not yet three years old. If you clicked the link and were disappointed, first off, we apologize. I'm so sorry you missed the whole magic of what we were trying to share. Secondly, try again if you get a chance. It's quite uplifting, I promise!
Turns out if you were trying on a mobile device, it may have used the YouTube app, and there's apparently some kind of digital scrambling. But please don't give up. You can try pasting this link (https://youtu.be/KcTL6KoWTng) into your device's browser instead. We can't explain why it happened, but this should work. We think it's worth your time, if the responses we received were any indication!
Which brings me to you.
Friday was a quiet day. We stayed in bed as long as we could, waited around for a delivery, walked Molly and then got cleaned up to go to have dinner with my aunt and uncle. Knowing we were seeing them, and would have a laugh and share some family stories, made our day, not just bearable, but actually enjoyable.
But being able to awaken on one of the heaviest days on our calendar, a day that used to be so filled with joy that it shone above all others, and know that you were there, made all the difference.
From your emails to your kind, warm and encouraging notes on my Facebook page, I was able to lift myself up out of my own sadness and share your messages with Rob. We were touched to know how Lauren had left even the slightest mark on your life; so many remembered the day she was born, the next day when we talked to Don just up the street from St. Michael's, and the milestones in her own short life. To have that kind support, as you lifted us up and helped us through such a hard day, was a real gift. And so we thank you.
We looked for signs and got a low-slung rainbow that hung over the trees just past our backyard. A little light brown spider landed on my aunt's hand during dinner and startled her, although I probably shouldn't have killed it. Oh jeez, maybe that was Lauren's itsy bitsy spider - the one from another video we posted on YouTube, the one in the song she and her daddy danced to, both when she was a toddler and a new bride? Now I feel awful. Gah!
Okay, truth is, we know she was with us all day. And, thankfully, so were you. It's funny how on Saturday, the day after the one we'd braced ourselves for, I found myself lower, more sombre than the previous day.
Then I remembered how I'd been through this before: one day I had three root canals (I opted to do them all the same day and get them over with) and was impressed with how little pain I experienced during the whole process. It wasn't until the next day, when I felt a full body ache from having been all tensed up during the hours in the chair, that I realized, "Ah...so you weren't quite as relaxed as you thought you were." That's why Saturday felt so familiar and why we're glad, grateful, to have made it to today. One day at a time, right?
Tomorrow, we're going to share with you that travel story that might just change the way you fly. It sure will for us.
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