Tonight, on the eve of Abbott's birthday, I'm thinking about checking in to Swedish hospital this night nine years ago. Among many other things, pain and worry and excitement, the memory of my hospital bed getting stuck after being raised high off the ground lingers, me way up in the air, and it taking quite a bit of time for the hospital staff to figure out how to get me down. I'll always remember calling my sister and my friend Paris, and having a good laugh about it as I sat there, waiting to come down and get this show on the road, have the baby already.
I'm thinking about a friend scheduled for a mastectomy tomorrow.
And about Jon Nelson, one of the most inspiring people I've ever met. He died last week while we were traveling; his influence will be with me always. Take a minute and read about his extraordinary life.
Thoughts of birth and death and everything in between.
We spent two afternoons of our week in Nova Scotia at the cottage of Alexi's father's friend Christine, swimming, picking blueberries, fishing, and playing with the bullfrogs. This set is dedicated to the memory of Jon Nelson and the time I spent with him and his family at their lake cabin in Minnesota many years ago.