When autumn leaves start to fall...

Last night Bill and I made the huge mistake of watching an old video of Annie from a couple years back--of her singing and talking and walking and dancing--whatever possessed us to do that? But then we watched a video of her from about a year ago, with that blank stare she used to have and seeing the changes she's had since then cheered us up somewhat. Even in the last month or so, with all the new words, God continues His work of healing in her. Just think--in June she was so plagued with seizures, and now that's a distant memory, too.

It seems that just like the trees lose their leaves and seem so barren and lifeless through the winter, yet begin to bud again in spring, Annie is blossoming into a new little creation. Slowly but surely.

Still working on that video. I need deadlines.

Jean

"When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year."
- Carol L. Riser, Autumn