My grandmother didn't like throwing food away. She often told me, "If it's been in the freezer, it's fresh." She made butter mints for my Aunts wedding and still had them 30 years later (although they were reduced to a fine green film in the bottom of the cookie tin). She was also a self-professed healer, and was always eager to get us to eat mysterious things. Once my grandfather saw her scraping something into a dish he had made, and when he asked her what it was she said, "Sunshine, George, sunshine."
The night before her 50-mile ultra marathon, Suzie Crossland-Dwyer dreamed that she had 3 babies in a row, one right after the other. She realized that there would be 3 time check-points in her run, hence the association with three childbirths. Taxed to her absolute limit, but she believed that her mind was her strongest asset, and it could get her across the finish line no matter what he body was telling her. In her darkest moments, her family and friends were there to touch her, nourish her, and tell her she could do it.
"After 50 miles," Susie writes, "all I knew was that MY home were the people waiting for me at the finish--my family.... And yes, my third baby was beautiful." (3 Labors + 3 Babies=50 Miles)
September 19, 2013
Hi God, come on in, welcome to my home! Thanks so much for being here, for giving me this time--oops, hold on, I gotta see what TJ needs....
Ok I'm back, thanks for waiting. Sorry about the clothes all over the couch, I just can't seem to keep up with them this week! I know they say first thing in the morning is the best time to meet with You, but I have a little one who wakes me up for his morning nurse, and well, you know how it goes from there. Even now, that toy train noise is so distracting I have a hard time expressing myself!