Sometimes I just get in the mood to look at old (and old-ish) pictures. Today is one of those days.
And guess what? Since you’re part of the Smithellaneous Family, you get to look at pictures with me! How fun is that?
So here they are, in no particular order.
This is one of my all time favorite photos. Warm, happy, fun.
Some of you may remember when we were told that Sarah would not grow any more. (She topped out just under 5 ft; without treatment, she would have been about 5’5.) Her doctor did a bone age study and said her growth plates had prematurely fused because of chemo during relapse. It took Sarah a little while to come to grips with that news. However, as I told her then and have told her many times since then, she is the “perfect huggable height.” As this picture so well demonstrates.
Cooking a huge meal for a large party. Accck!
I eventually got it all together. This is what the kitchen looked like before the guests arrived. Ahhhh.
My very lovely mom, Jo Ann Michaelson. (This was a year before she got married.)
My mom and her crew of kids. (There are ten years between the youngest and oldest.) She had three boys and then three girls which was pretty good planning, huh? I’m the oldest of the girls.
Sarah is giving Nathan a run for his money. It looks as though he’s in the greatest of agony.
Nathan doing home work in our RV; this is around the time Sarah was in treatment.
Nathan leaving to go back to college after a summer at home. Big ol’ mommy tears . . . (Um, the tears are big. Not the mommy.)
Sarah with Richard Petty
She was featured with The King in an article in People magazine focused on Victory Junction Gang Camp, which the Petty family founded in memory of their late son, Adam. (I originally--and inadvertently--put Kyle's name where Adam's is. Thanks, Lori, for pointing that out to me. My fingers got ahead of my brain!))
The Parson And His Flock
Big lady. Little lady. Big hair. Little hair.
Taken on the rooftop playground at Brenner Hospital where Sarah had most of her treatment.
Mom and Dad. Forever in love.
Every time I look at the way Snowy is sleeping I just have to laugh.
This was taken about six months after Sarah had finished her bone marrow transplant.
One of my favorite shots of the kids.
Okay, I know it looks like I have no hair whatsoever, but it was pulled back. Honest! The guy in the tux is Nate.
Nate and Grandpa unloading music gear at a church in Wisconsin.
And there you have it! A brief trip down memory lane.
I also want to mention the comments (and e-mails) that I’ve received concerning my recent post, “Pearls In The Pain.”
I was so touched that you would share your stories of your own pain with me—everything from divorce, to the loss of a child, to the loss of a job, to poor health, to financial stress, to depression. I have read every word of every comment several times and am grateful to be reminded that none of is alone in what we’re going through. I was honored to read your stories and your words of support and hope.
Which reminds me of the lyric that Sue C. Smith (who I am honored to call a friend) wrote a couple years ago after being inspired by our family’s journey through Sarah’s cancer. Sue has won several Dove Awards and has written songs for many major Christian recording artists. Her skill in putting emotions into words is unparalleled.
I actually think that this song could be the Smithellaneous theme song, because we are all a part of the circle.
The Circle of the Broken
Lyrics: Sue C. Smith Music: Kevin Stokes Sung by: Becky Smith
1. We're the walking wounded, no pretending we're alright,
We meet to share the stories of the struggles in this life
And in the telling, though there are tears
Something happens here
CHO. In the circle of the broken
Where no one’s heart is whole
In the middle of the hurting
We find hope
For we call upon God’s mercy
We rest in grace
We’re all sinners, we’re all saints
When the circle of the broken prays
2. Words have offered comfort
Sometimes we’ve simply wept
And there is understanding
Though a lot is left unsaid
‘Cause in the silence, love is the bond
We know we belong (back to chorus)
Are you desperate, grieving, filled with fear?
You are welcome, you are needed here (back to chorus)