Our lovely friend Maggie (who, with her husband Brett Fabulous, cleaned our entire house before we returned home) came over today to do a little art project with Sarah. Maggie traced Sarah's outline on craft paper and they colored and embellished and glittered all evening.
This is what they came up with:
It's Sarah and Jane (Sarah asked Maggie to draw Jane in) at Christmas (that would be a tree above Sarah left shoulder). Um, there's also a rocket ship and what Sarah always calls a "space alien" (making a Christmas visit, I guess). Is that heartbreakingly sweet? Art therapy with Maggie!
So my emotions were a little raw but manageable when we sat down to dinner. We hadn't been eating more than fifteen minutes when Tom saw something flickering outside. We ran out to discover this in front of our house:
Our neighbors had lit luminaries.
Down the whole block, in front of every single house: JANE. This photo is just miserable -- I wish you all could have seen it yourselves because it was breathtaking, these lights aglow in the cold stillness. And there they were, our wonderful neighbors, literally with arms open for us. It was beautiful.
And then? Right then? I mean, the minute I walked back inside? Awesome Nurse Kristy called. Bring on the waterworks!
People, between your comments and cards and the displays here at home, I'm mush. My brother, sister, and I had brunch together this morning, just the three of us, at the restaurant of a friend of his. We got the bill:
My heart is full.