Monday, August 12, 2013

Inspiriation music and Scout camp

 Today Mr. Nielson and other leaders are taking the neighborhood 
boy scout troop on a four-day-long campout.
After church, he spent most of the day checking each boy's pack to ensure 
they had the essentials, like a sleeping bag, a tent, food, utensils, a bowl, 
an extra pair of clothes.
He also wanted to weigh the boy's packs to make sure someone wasn't carrying a 
like a 100-pound bag full of Jolly Ranchers or something awesome like that.
Oh, boy, I'll miss him!
I will spend my time without him staying in my comfies organizing closets, 
and getting my little Nies ready for school in a few weeks.
I spent last weekend organizing a closet downstairs called the "chokie."
When we moved into the Briar house, I was still in the hospital 
and really sick when my stuff was moved and put away.
So there are still a lot of boxes that I still need to open that
are stacked high in the cookie.
It's another life, and I don't know if I can take it, however,
I came across a few things, like a huge stack of CDs.
These CDs were inspirational music from well-wishers,
many of whom I had never met, but lots from
loved ones and family to listen to while in a coma.
Then I played them and felt very emotional.
I remember Mr. Nielson telling me many of these songs used to 
make him cry and are hard for him to hear to this day.
 I, too, vaguely remember a few songs played
during painful dressing changes and therapy sessions from my bed.
I am SO thankful to all the thousands of people
 who cheered me on during my time of need.  
To this day and forever, I am amazed at the love 
and out-pouring of encouragement.
Thank you so much.
And now, I have some great music to listen to again.
And now, a love note:

To Mr. Nielson,
Today you leave for Scout Camp. 
I will miss you. Just so you know, I love when you make your famous soup.
I love it even more when you feed Lottie your famous soup on the floor.
You are a good husband, father, and Scout leader. I hope you are still the Scout leader when our boys get older and into scouts. You are a good man; you care for each of these boys and want them to learn and grow up to be good men. (Like you!).
You should make your soup for the boys...
Hey, our 5th anniversary of the accident is coming up. I am so glad we are alive!
We make a good team, you and I.

Love, me.

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