Gliding away into Peaceville

When I was much younger and we used to visit Grandma and Grandpa Bouslog, we would sit outside on their glider. The glider was a combination of green and rust colored metal and it was either freeze your buns cold or burn your buns hot. Of course my feet couldn't touch the floor so it was up to an adult to make sure it would glide, back and forth. I just loved it. I am sure in my mom's pile of pictures we could find a picture of me sitting on it. There are lots of things I remember about visiting my Grandparents, but remembering the times on the glider brings back such great memories.

A couple of months ago (before Reagan's diagnoses) when my friend, Kristine and I were at Baby's R Us, she was showing me what I should register for; the must haves. I was feeling quite overwhelmed until we came upon the row of gliders, happiness sank in. I was thankful that they didn't have any metal green gliders, but ones made of wood with comfy cushions. There are even pockets to stash stuff, so when I lose my iphone, remind me to look there. Since my legs still seem to dangle depending on where I sit, there's an ottoman, so I will be able to operate the glider back and forth myself. I felt like Goldie Locks testing each one out until I could find the one that was just right.

Then came along the unpleasant chapter in my fairy tale, Reagan's Trisomy 18 diagnoses. Struggling to find peace and tranquility, I decided that I wanted to go ahead and purchase a glider. I had recalled the peace that I felt when I sat in the glider at the store and when I was a child at Grandma's and knew that I wanted to create that peace while sitting in Reagan's room. Kristine knew that I need that peace too and to our surprise she and our small group gave Bob and I the glider I had picked out. Their generosity and thoughtfulness warms my heart. I give thanks to them every time I sit in the glider. We are also thankful there were only six bolts needed for a quick and easy assembly. I hope they know the peace it brings to me, rocking my baby, reading to her, praying for her. Having hope that one I will do all those same things but, have her in my arms instead.

If one falls down,
his friend can help him up. Eccl. 4:10