The year Ellie was born, Ash Wednesday (and Easter) were late, so although Ellie is not yet five, this is her sixth Ash Wednesday.
We won't be taking a wiggly preschooler to a solemn church service tonight. I highly doubt she'd sit through the service, and it will end after bedtime.
But Ash Wednesday always makes me pause in gratitude.
"Remember you are dust, and to dust you shall return."
The year Ellie was born, we celebrated Ash Wednesday at the Children's National Medical Center chapel. As soon as the service was over, we returned to the NICU and washed the ashes off our foreheads, to be sanitary and as germ free as possible.
The fragility of life was pretty dang obvious.
|March 9, 2011. Ellie was five days old/four days post-op.|
Last night, we attended a Shrove Tuesday pancake supper at church. Ellie ran around and played tag. She colored. She ate a lot of bacon. (I don't eat bacon, so she got to eat most of mine.)
Today we went to the doctor for both girls. Although Ellie's four month old sister is half her weight (and only ten inches shorter!) Ellie is thriving.
On the way to the doctor, Ellie told me that a rhino should go to church. "To learn about Jesus?" "YES!!!"
Life is still fragile. We are still dust.
And this life is beautiful, made more so by the fact that we absolutely don't deserve it. We are not promised easy or healthy, but it sure is nice to have healthy kids right now.