Tonight, on the eve of Abbott's birthday, I'm remembering when we checked in at 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. 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 have the baby already.
I'm thinking about a friend scheduled for a mastectomy tomorrow.
And I'm remembering 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 makes me remember Jon Nelson and the time I spent with him and his family at their lake cabin in Minnesota many years ago.