Monday morning~
On our way to Chase’s 18-month post-radiation appointment. 18 whole months since he last whispered “I’m so brave…” and we wondered if this treatment would work and if the cancer would ever clear from his spine.
As we drove, he stared out the car window into the cloudy morning and said: “Mom, one day, I’ll be as tall and strong as the trees.“
We had a precious morning with these people who were only meant to oversee his care, but became dear friends instead. Rejoicing in the life given…
…moment by moment.
in my humble opinion, he is already as tall and strong as the trees.