How do you spend the last night of normal before brain surgery?
We took Aggie on a walk to the lake this afternoon. We let her run around a bit, and I gave her a good (last?) wrestling match. We had a feast later in the hotel room: fried chicken and chocolate milk and a good amount of candy. We were blessed with company too- Mary Anne, Annette, Grammy and Bump and Lorraine came late this evening. They got to squeeze in a few last tickles and snuggles and hugs and even brought Aggie some cotton candy from the fair!
I can't help but notice- She doesn't feel the weight of these moments. She has no desire to soak up these experiences, to store them away somewhere just in case things never go back to normal. She's not breathing in the fresh air deep enough- not enjoying her last evening with hair like I would if I were her. She is just being a kid- bouncing from one thing to the next, going on as normal and taking those every day blessings- the sunshine, the wind in her hair, the running and playing- for granted.
She knows what is coming tomorrow, yet she is sleeping soundly. And why should she worry? God who gave her joy in the sunshine today will hold her close in the valley tomorrow.
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