This morning we had the occasion to go see thousands of women in Aberdeen running the Race for Life in honour of Breast Cancer and Cancer Research UK. I have run that race before but this year we were there to watch for our friend Chioma who was running for Adam. Yes, we've joined that race now, and Adam, whether we like it or not, is a cancer patient. One of the medicines he is on makes him sensitive to sunlight, so we wrapped him up in a blanket and cap and sunglasses and noted sadly how much like a cancer patient he looked in that getup. However, true to Adam's stubborn Brock nature he got up several times to trot away down the beach, a sight that brought smiles to many faces--ours most of all.
Since today is Sunday, and since we can't go to church, or at least Adam can't risk the infection that so often accompanies a church service, we decided to have communion after the race with the birds and bees in our sunny back garden. We put out a table, covered it in food, goosed up the grill and had ourselves a proper feast! Adam spent time in the paddling pool, Daddy and Caleb had jumping contests on the trampoline, and baby Agnes practiced her new-found squealing voice in her buggy. Mom soaked up a little too much sun (who says you don't need suncream in Aberdeen?!) and Oma alternately held, fed and read to children.
In short, it was perfect.
We still laugh at how much our steroid-pumped Adam can eat just now, at the faces he was pulling for the camera, at Agnes' love for her hands and squeal, at Caleb's energy and antics on the trampoline...we are grateful for a lazy summer Sunday and communion with the sunny face of Aberdeen.