Anna Brooks is only 11 weeks old (and sleeping through the night! at least for 2 nights now...) and I already love her like crazy! Her sweet expressions and gentle baby talk are arrows straight to my heart.
We also learned this afternoon that our neighbor, Don Turk, finally succumbed to his battle with cancer earlier this morning. I have been his neighbor, off and on, for the past 16 years. When I was in high school, he asked me if I would cut the rear portion of his yard on the other side of the creek. Now, Don could very easily do this himself, he was a truly avid yard-guy, as he always put our yard to shame. But, I think he just wanted to be a nice guy, put a little change in my pocket, and engage inthe life of a 14 year old kid. I used to calculate that it took me probably 4 minutes, at the $10 per cut that Don paid me, that worked out to some great coin, about $150/hour! He truly was a great part-time employer, a wonderful neighbor, and a fantastic man.
Carter and I pray every night during his bedtime routine. These are some of my most cherished memories. We crawl like polar bears ("Daddy, I'm a little boy polar bear. You a big Daddy polar bear?") up the stairs, read a couple of stories, then we "talk". Usually we talk about puppy dogs, Maggie, Rosie and Toby to be specific. But recently, we've been talking about being sick, being in the hospital, and being powerful prayer friends. We've prayed for Copeland and Mr. Don now for over a week, and he does not yet know about them. Frankly, I am conflicted about telling him the truth about death. How do I tell a 2 1/2 year old about this?
Here he is playing his imaginary trumpet.
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