Neat experience...

The girls and I have been attending a new church (well, new to us, lol) for a couple of months now. About a month ago, a young lady came up to me after church as we were in the entranceway and asked if I was James' mom. I said, yes I was/am....I thought to myself that she looked a bit familiar....

She told me she'd been James' caregiver about 6 years ago. I remembered her...she and her twin sister shared the job for the summer...

She told me she had just graduated nursing school...






....and that that summer with James had shaped her life, and helped her realize she wanted to be a nurse...all because of him. I promptly lost it. Bawled like a baby right there....











My boy lives on. I don't know if I will EVER see the full scope of his effect on people during his short life. His funeral overwhelmed me with the sheer numbers of people he'd touched....and two years after that, people are still coming forward.

Thanks Erin....you made my year.

Wow...time flies, and things change...

My last post, I said I didn't know what I'd do when my new job ended...well, it ended up NOT ending. In fact, I find myself the owner (as of April 1st) of the salon....wow. One thing I always said I wouldn't do....own a salon. I DO detest the paperwork, but I still love my ladies. Fran has passed away, and others have come to my salon. I enjoy all of them. I wish it would grow faster, but I'm stumped as to how. Spent money on an ad in the paper...nada. Have ads up everywhere I can think of, nada. Time will tell. The residents pay the bills though, plus a tad more, so I guess I have a bit of time....

On to other things...the girls had their week at Camp Cherith...Melissa's first year, and she loved it!

Three weeks until our holidays in Port Huron. Can't wait.

Almost two years since my boy left us. My arms still ache for him every day. But I know I will see him again, and I know he is healed. Thank you, Lord. How do non-believers survive this pain? I've wondered that every day for almost two years now.