An Embarrassment of Riches

In the mail yesterday:

* Two "thinking of you" cards from a woman I have never met and her son, a Cub Scout; she heard about us third-hand and wanted to let us know their troop is praying for Nathan.  I hope Josh receives a badge for huge-heartedness and generosity of spirit, and I hope the badge features a gorilla picking its nose, just like one of the cards.

* A Mass card and a Publix gift card from a dear man we know from church and his adult son; they lost a wonderful wife and mother to cancer last year.  They know this walk, and they are willing to take it with us.

* A Kindle from someone who knows what it's like to sit for hours in a hospital room with your son, trying to stay positive and non-panicky and productively occupied.  She actually fussed at me for adding her name to the Wall of Angels and will probably fuss at me for mentioning it here because she is not one to seek glory for herself, but I will take my chances.

* A framed poem written for me by a long-admired friend; she is who I want to be when I grow up.  I cannot do the poem or the poet justice with my own words tonight, so you will have to go read her work at her beautiful blog.

And the two wonderful men pictured below - the ones who, in my mind, will always be 17 years old?  The ones I looked up to in high school?  Who are even more look-uppable-to these days? Those dudes get their own post tomorrow.

He's covered in Awesome Sauce.

So is he.

My heart is full, my mascara is all over my face, and I may very well electrocute myself if I keep crying on my laptop.  It will be all your fault.

I hope you're proud of yourselves.  

Love you all.