I wish you all a blessed Easter. The boys and I have been visiting family and friends in Pennsylvania, and having a great time.
This time last year, as many of you might remember, Eric was in Texas Children's Hospital. I remember attending church Easter morning, with that perpetual brick in the pit of my stomach, at Christ Church Presbyterian, a wonderful Houston congregation who took us under their wing. I remember the Easter baskets, candy, and stuffed animals that came into Eric's room. What a difference a year can make.
In December, Eric started playing his trumpet again. Last month, he resumed playing soccer. And a week ago, he flew to Pa. in an airplane, without complication. In eleven months since his discharge from TCH, Eric has accomplished everything the doctors told us he couldn't or shouldn't ever do again. He's starred in a theater production. He sings in our church choir. Last month, Eric spoke his testimony at a Christian youth conference. He wouldn't tell me what he said, but I heard it was mighty powerful. To quote Eric on a day relatively early in his hospitalization last February, "God answers prayers."
He is risen!