Joshua threw him a surprise party last night. We sent gifts, but won't see him until Easter and then again over his mid April break.
Friday marked nine years of blogging and the eleven year mark since the cancer diagnosis is coming up in a few days. The five year mark of Connor's surgery passed very quietly, earlier this month. Life is good, but I am feeling winds of change starting to build off in the distance. I'm looking forward to whatever is next.
In the meantime, I am counting my blessings, enjoying some quiet, putting my sneakers to the path and feeling the running (and with it, strength) come back. I could use more warmer days and less real winds coming off the lake though.
Please let tomorrow be our last day with snow.