My sleeping child with type 1 diabetes.
July 25, 2005 was a Monday.
In the time since, I've found myself trapped in periods of isolation, defeat, and grief...longing for the carefree days of date nights, meals without measuring carbohydrates, and free from the constant threat of low blood sugar.
As the years have passed, I'm noticing those moments drift further apart...but, admittedly, they still creep in from time to time.
It's in those dark hours that I must remind myself of precious moments.
When I find myself wishing away diabetes, I'm wasting precious moments. Precious moments that can't ever be reclaimed. Precious moments that would already be lost, if she hadn't survived her diagnosis.
That pit steals my joy.
At the end of the day, sitting at the bottom of the pit, and hiding in the corner of darkness, there's a very real truth that I must remind myself:
My daughter is alive.
I used to think that every July 25th to come would be a reminder of one of the worst days of my life.
I don't believe that any longer.
July 25th is the day our precious moments were saved.
Because, the reality is that she would have been dead on July 26th.
It's the day we were given our life back. Albeit different. Challenging. Frustrating at times.
But, even still, our family was rescued.
And I'm grateful for it. Grateful to God. Grateful for insulin. Grateful for life.
So, how do you celebrate another healthy year, full of precious moments?
We have created the tradition of having ice cream for lunch every year, on July 25th.
But, today, that wasn't all!
Today there was also a birthday party.
A MAD SCIENTIST birthday party where...the kids decorated and wore "lab coats" (white t-shirts cut open in the front), there were exploding, messy science projects, and various sodas waiting to be mixed together and poured into test tubes before drinking. There was pizza, and cupcakes, and a candy buffet to mix and match.
She was there, in the mix of all of it.
Hot fudge on her sundae, and all.
All the while, I wondered how such a day would end...
Yes, my friends.
There was joy.