Three special memories stood out.
The first was a date... with my son. Saturday morning, we woke up with the intent to hit Starbucks for breakfast. We don't normally get out of the house much but this weekend we had the car & could go as far as our energy allowed us. I am so thankful for sweet treats and coffee indulgences (and milk in a sippy cup) that madefor some precious moments together.
My Coffee Date
The second highlight was an outing alone (A dear friend came and babysat; Matias preferred to call it a date and bought her roses). Christine, a friend from a dozen years ago & cancer survivor, had organized an event for young ladies who have/had cancer. The evening's intent was to allow the ladies a moment to feel glamorous. We were escorted to the penthouse of the Fairmont where we were met with hand scrubs, fancy dresses, hair stylists, wig ladies (this was more up my alley... and we had so much fun!), Arbonne makeup artists, Tiffany jewelry (the gentleman blinging us up said every lady had to have a minimum of $100,000 of jewelry on), and a mini photo shoot. Of course there were also food & prizes and gifts beyond belief.
A poignant moment in the evening for me was at the end of my photo shoot. I've taken lots of pictures in the last year but haven't always felt comfortable having pictures taken of me. I haven't felt that I wanted to be remembered as I was looking/feeling. But Saturday night I took the time (and had some amazing resources) to make me feel special... and my heart felt full.
It was less about the hair or makeup or ($100,000+) jewelry or penthouse suite; it was a brief moment where I could unselfishly love on me (and have others love on me). It was a moment of feeling beautiful inside and wanting to commemorate that feeling! For each of us, having cancer was normal. We didn't have to explain our scars & bruises. There was no shame in our long or short hair or our bald & patchy-haired heads. We simply looked and felt beautiful inside & out!
After a delicious sleep on Saturday night, my heart woke up tired but content. And I got to open the gifts that had been so generously been given to us the night before. Some were especially meaningful as they'd been hand selected by some very special ladies. It was just like Christmas morning all over again!
As I've shared before, I have been trying to avoid unnecessary germs and have struggled with when and where to go out. I've been missing & craving the community of my church. As getting to church on time is usually a challenge for us, it was going to be extra challenging to try and do this without Xhevat's help.
Everything worked out fabulously, we got to church on time and there weren't even any snotty noses in the nursery (yet another blessing)! It was just good to be with people and in a place where my heart and soul are cared for and filled. It was also a personal accomplishment to be this far into my second round of chemo this year and still have the energy & desire to run after my boy.
My Purse's Essentials for Sundays
My boy and I had a chance to get out and play, we were able to catch up with friends, and we were loved on in some very special ways. We "ended" our weekend's events with a Sunday afternoon nap. My heart is full.
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