I’m not quite sure I can find the words to describe this last week. Being in that field In Wem has again surpassed any expectations I had.
I have been cocooned in a place where people get me. Where people understand my life. Where people share my joys and my heartaches.
Laughter is the greatest medicine of them all and this week there has been some dramatic healing going on.
We all feel stronger with a good friend by our sides and that’s what this week has been about.
This week in that field in Wem has been incredible.
We have had fun days with bouncy castles and BBQs.
We have had balloon releases to celebrate and remember those that have gone before us. Tears have fallen and hearts have ached but together we were surrounded by love that eased our grieving souls.
The fragility of life with our children was there in the disappearing balloons but also the reminder to live life to the the full was there too.
Adults races with father and son determined to beat each other, young and old, wheelchair bound or wobbly walkers we had it all.
For me this was such a special time. Watching the faces of the children as they reached that finish line was priceless and such a wonderful memory to store up and cherish forever.
Special kids in the UK camp to me is all about grabbing life by both hands and living it.
The expectations and assumptions for our children get left at the gate.
I’ve spent a lot of time this week people watching and have had my heart refreshed by human kindness.
Teenagers being dragged about by toddlers. Young adults being followerd by young admirers.
I’m so proud to call these people my family.
I have had such a wonderful time. I could write blog post after blog post.
Sharing stories of a crazy gentleman who dress up in ball gowns.
Of a young man who defined the odds and took his first steps.
Of a terrifying car crash that thankfully only ended in a written off car, of the young driver who didnt care about about said car as long as his passengers were all ok.
Of trips to McDonald’s without shoes and of belly dancing and bottom talk.
I could share so much,
It was truly a magical week and although I am glad to be home in the comfort of my bed I am already missing my friends.
My nights around the campfire and the stories we share. Of drooping marshmallows and shared dreams.
Also my new motto from this week is simply
“Kill them with kindness”.
I love it.