Rachel has been sleeping ALOT in the past few days and nights, which usually means something is coming. It is SO hard to not allow my thoughts to rush ahead into the spell that is coming. I feel on guard again. This morning I was talking with one of the nurses about ordering more drugs, and I think we woke Rachel up from one of her naps. And she had that strained cry again, the one that sounds like she doesn't have enough air. And so....I am rethinking my plan to make a cake for her birthday on Friday night....It is hard for me to give this up - I would have loved to do it. But I know I need to let it go, for my own sanity;)
This is the cake I was hoping to make for her...although I am quite sure my attempts wouldn't look anything like the picture;)It is a bit intimidating to make one shortly after that masterpiece we had a few days ago...but it would still have been made with love:)
I came across this quote that a photographer added to one of my maternity shots, and I thought it fit us well. Hence, the butterfly idea...
"A butterfly lights beside us, like a sunbeam...
and for a brief moment it's glory
and beauty belong to our world...
but then it flies on again, and although
we wish it could have stayed,
we are so thankful to have seen it at all."
"A butterfly lights beside us, like a sunbeam...
and for a brief moment it's glory
and beauty belong to our world...
but then it flies on again, and although
we wish it could have stayed,
we are so thankful to have seen it at all."
By any chance, would there be someone reading this, who would really enjoy making this one for Rachel's birthday party on Friday night? If you have another butterfly cake you like better, feel free to use that one instead. I know it is kind of late notice. I will gladly buy a cake from Safeway or elsewhere tomorrow...but I thought I would put this out there just in case there is someone who would jump at the chance to do something like this. Send me a note by email if you are interested. Thanks!
2 comments:
Kendra, I am Janice Toews, Sam and Eleanor's daughter. I wish I could make the cake, but I have to visit Dad in hospital and I can't bake. I just want to comment here and tell you how inspired I am by your story and your faith.
I was hunting down David to let him know about Dad, and found the links to this blog from the Abbydale site, and I read through your blog the night Dad first went in, and cried my eyes out - very cathartic, since I was crying for mom and for dad and for your family, and ours.
You are truly an inspiration. I work at the university and pass by the Flames house a lot, and now I always say a prayer for you when I pass there.
Love the butterfly poem! So very fitting.
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