Friday, December 20, 2013
I am not really very good at "organized thoughts." Especially when it applies to putting together meaningful words about people I love. And because my words feel lacking, I just post-pone it.
I am, after all, a fantastic procrastinator.
For the past eleven months I have failed to introduce this blog to one of my favoritest little guys on the planet. Easton. He was only a few months old when I asked his Mama if I could blog about him. She said, "Absolutley!" and then I did...nothing. Because I couldn't find the words. That ends now.
Last January ended up being a whacked-out month...the kind of January that makes you sort of freaked out about what the rest of the year might hold. There were funerals. There were marriages in crisis. And there was Easton.
All the details are a little fuzzy now. The combination of time, and the emotional craziness of all the circumstances seem to blend everything together in my head. So the exact order of stuff may be off.
I've done child-care for Easton's big brother, Ryder, for quite some time, and when I found out his Mama was going to have another baby boy I was thrilled.
Baby boys are so very nice. And I always am up for a baby-fix.
The weather in Iowa last January involved lots of blizzard warnings. Little Easton entered the world during some of it. The weather made it impossible for me to get there right away to meet Easton, and then he was put in NICU for some breathing issues. His Mama had been keeping me posted on how he was doing, and mentioned that they were going to be doing some tests...
I'll never forget the phone call I got from his Mama. I was in the middle of packing up the house of one of the crisis' of that month...and decided to take her call while sitting in my van. The tests had concluded that little Easton had Down Syndrome. She was doing her best to be brave and strong...but it's shocking news to take in.
I remember her saying how much she loved him...and I tried to reassure her that he was perfect. And God designed Him...perfectly. And the only other thing I could think of was Kelle Hampton's blog. It felt absurd as I heard it coming out of my mouth...to tell her to go read a blog. But when the weather causes you to walk through some devastating news all alone in a hospital, I guess you'll take the blog idea.
Kelle walked through very similar circumstances, finding out after birth that her baby had Down Syndrome. And sometimes, you just need words from someone who really knows the pain. And to see them survive and thrive through it.
Last week I finished reading Kelle's book Bloom. Easton's Mama bought it, read it, and then donated it to Tiny Town's library...where I meant to check it out for months. Months! *shake my head* I read it in two days, bawling my way through it. The first time I had read Kelle's story, was before Easton. My perspective is so much different now, after having this little guy around.
I am smitten. He is changing all of us that are blessed to be around him. That extra chromosome makes him extra awesome. He lights up a room. His life is a blessing. I'm amazed at all the ways God has already drawn people to Himself through this little guy. I see Easton, and can't help but think, God is good. I am so thankful his Mama shares him with me.
Today, he had a cardiac catheterization, which determined he will need surgery. So, if you're some of my praying friends, I know his family would appreciate those prayers.
And there will most definitely be more of that sweet little guy on this blog. He's the only one that likes to do selfies with me.