paradise?

Evan and Eric have fevers but are doing well. We are still waiting on a prescription to be zapped down by their doctor back home to our local pharmacy.

room of miracles

Dear Tree,

You've been constant shelter in our daily life. You must've employed magic to protect them because your stature isn't very big with your wispy branches and small leaves. Still, you never wavered in keeping our most precious gifts cool from the blistering sun or dry from torrential rains. Did the Frog King have something to do with it? Even though your work is finished I give thanks to you.



Dear Moon,

You've been a constant presence in our night sky, with your glowy stars accompanying you in your mission of comfort and peaceful dreams. You've watched over our most precious gifts, a soldier in our nocturnal landscape, never wavering from the task at hand. They were protected and nurtured and have grown immensely by the power of your light. Even though your work is finished I give thanks to you.

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Evan moved out of the room of miracles and into his brother's room last week. He's been wanting a big-boy bed for awhile and we finally obliged him. He took to it like a fish IN water. While the occasion was a happy one for Evan and a really, really happy one for Eric because he now has a roommate, we as parents can't help but feel sad. There is a unique magic in that room that only reveals itself after reflecting on the times and experiences of our youngsters. From the minute they both came home from the hospital this space was their space. A broken arm and jaundice have been healed there. Clothes have been outgrown and given away. Croup was destroyed and dreams have been dreamt in this magical space.

But really, it's not all sad. We are in the process of making the room of miracles into a kind of office space now. We have ideas of maybe moving a computer and all of Sue's embroidery stuff there. This one room will make our entire house seem bigger and less cluttered. The contents are changing but I doubt paint will ever again touch these walls as an indefinite reminder of the meaning this area represents.

The magic will live on even though our boys lay their heads somewhere else.

***An overdue message of THANKS go to Ellynn A. and Tracey S. for all you've done and gave to foster the aura of our special landmark.***