Tonight's picture was taken in December of 2003. Mattie was a year and a half old and that Christmas we went to Los Angeles to spend the holidays with my parents. In my parent's backyard, they planted citrus trees. As you can see my little 'Farmer Brown' loved collecting oranges, lemons and grapefruits. Literally he could do this for hours. He would collect them, and then sort, stack and play with them. Who needs toys, when you have access to nature.
Quote of the day: The people we most love do become a physical part of us, ingrained in our synapses, in the pathways where memories are created. ~ Meghan O’Rourke
Another day in paradise here. The question is what didn't I do today? I feel like I did every chore possible from laundry, cooking, cleaning, getting gas for the car, grocery shopping, picking up the car getting serviced, mailing things at the post office, taking my mom to tea, my dad to his foot doctor appointment and tonight I had a therapy session.
Tonight was my fifth session with the therapist. I think last week she learned first hand that being prescriptive and directive with me doesn't work. It doesn't work especially when you aren't living my day to day existence. But the beauty of last week is we talked through our differences and this week, we picked up where we left off.
By the end of the session, the therapist called me a "warrior." I am not sure any one has ever used that term with me. I certainly think Mattie was a cancer warrior, but when she reflected back on my life and what I am coping with now, she is right a warrior is more than appropriate. A warrior is not just a survivor, but when facing adversity, doesn't back away into a corner. Instead, charges in, is resourceful, and is committed to protecting those around them. So tonight as I write this blog, I have to say, I am proud to be called a warrior, as I am a fierce advocate and protector of those in my life.
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