First Day of School and a little bit of God

Caroline started 8th grade today, and when I asked her how it went, she said "Fantastic!" very enthusiastically.  That made my heart happy.  I want her to love school both academically and socially.  I want Dolan to find his way in the world.  I want Paul to be happy.  Really, in the end, if I know all those I love are taken care of, I am okay with whatever happens. 

Not to say it doesn't still sadden me a little when I see someone on a long walk, with long, strong strides like I once was able to do.  Then I remember that I am still walking, albeit slowly, but under my own power.  I am thankful for that.

A friend prayed over me today (although I joked about separation of church and state, as we were at work).  I am a believer of sorts, in that I don't disbelieve, and what I pray for is simply acceptance, grace, and strength.  What truly strengthens me is the kindness of the people around me.  If one has to be in a difficult medical condition, Havre is undoubtedly one of the warmest, most embracing places to live.  The community is astoundingly supportive of their own.

My right leg muscles were having a great time dancing to their own beat last evening while watching the March on Washington on PBS.  It's interesting how they move of their own accord while in a restful state.  I guess that's why PALS get tired so much...near-constant muscle movement.  Too bad it doesn't help me lose weight.  :)  [I know, I know, that will come soon enough.  Too bad I can't enjoy it while still on my own two feet!]