Deep.

I read an article floating around the Internet recently, written by a parent who recently experienced the death of their son. They described their emotional experience as being both deeply painful and deeply joyful. The contradictory experience of loving a child who either has endured or does endure daily pain is nearly impossible to describe. I have too, experienced pain on a level so deeply, that I did not, and still sometimes do not, know if I will recover completely.
But, with that deep pain, comes deep and profound joy. In a conversation with my dad earlier this week, I told him that I truly believe I've been blessed to have been given the rare opportunity on this Earth to experience a love so pure and unconditional. My love for Deakon extends to the inner parts of my soul where my darkness lies, and allows me ample opportunities to continually re-examine the core of what I choose to stand for. His love in return is real, constant and genuinely driven.
It's deep. On a level I'm lucky enough to witness daily.
I'm pretty sure anyone who truly knows him, would say the same.

My boy is continuing to endure through his daily struggles with dimpled smiles and clapping hands. He is communicating his needs and walking around the school all day long like a champ.

I received this picture in a text message from a friend during a particularly rough morning this past week. My heart stood still...then I ran around my office like a crazy person proudly showing off my 7 year old boy walking on his own.
The same boy who was never supposed to live.

Come join us Saturday May 4th. Catch a glimpse of this deep joy and fill up your emotional bucket. We would love to share our morning with you. Register online or via mail with details noted at the top of this webpage.
Much love,
Jenny