We’ve been celebrating a lot of numbers around our house in the last few months. Numbers like 2, 21, 365, 85, and 60. Cancer brings new awareness regarding the preciousness of life and I don’t think there can be too much celebrating. Some of the Big Numbers are especially poignant. All these numbers are reminders of lives being lived and we are thankful.
Now that I am a grandma, I am certain that all birthdays of my grandson will be Big Numbers. Taran turned 2, a day before Tim celebrated his 21st. God knit this little guy into our story 9 months before he arrived on his birthday. Tim was diagnosed with Leukemia, 3 months before Taran's big debut. At the time when Britt and Phil announced their new life coming to join our family, we were all a little surprised as the road hadn’t smoothed out yet for jobs or a home since moving to Colorado from Tennessee. God had really impressed upon them that now was the time. We were overjoyed at the prospect but as parents are prone to do, we wondered and perhaps worried. God indeed had a very good plan. God gave us this little guy who gave us hope when skies were gray, hope that better days were ahead. The first 9 months of treatment for Tim were pretty horrific. We tried to celebrate life as much as we could during those days but there was lots of just surviving. Cancer treatment = much suffering. So in the midst of that suffering God dropped in hope, baby Taran, one day before Tim’s birthday. This little guy has brought laughter and joy to our lives.
We celebrated Taran with a new little red tricycle and cake this year and celebrated Tim with non traditional 21 year old beverages, a fun hair dye and peanut butter cupcakes.
365 days was the next big number. One year till Tim’s last treatment! We are marching towards the goal of September 25, 2017, but we sure don’t want to miss all the days in-between. Tim is able to go to school, play games with a group at Enchanted Grounds and hang with friends often. All these days add layers of meaning, purpose and strength to this life we are living.
Last week we celebrated my mother in law's 85th birthday. She has lived many incredible years, but this last year has been one for the record. Her strength and grace in all she has accomplished in this year are blessings to us all. She is recovering from a shoulder replacement at the moment and she has rocked it along with being an inspiration to so many! There is so much to celebrate in her life.
The last Big Number was 60. How did my husband become 60? The years have flown by and I am living with an older man. But truth be told, I have been all along, as I am 5 years younger. 60 seems like a great fit and I can’t imagine not celebrating more days and years with this man.
All these days, stacked one upon another add up to be our lives. The memories of hard, memories of beautiful, memories of laughter and memories of tears all add to the mosaic of each of our lives. I pray the same prayer my youth director, in high school prayed, so many times, “Thank you God, for the gift of life.”
and my dad’s 80th is right around the corner…