Hope for Baby Bennett: Red for our Hero 2016

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Red for our Hero 2016

It's that time of year again - time to wear RED to honor our sweet heart dude and all of his buddies (and, hey, I think we'll also be honoring daddy this year)!

Please help us honor our sweet little dude, his daddy, and all of their heart buddies here and in Heaven by wearing red, along with us, this Friday, February 5th, National Wear Red Day.

(Yeah, yeah, I know - that's apparently national wear red for women's heart disease or something like that - but, what can I say, until CHD has its own day, that's as close as we're getting, so we're taking it.)

Please grab that red shirt or sweatshirt, throw it on and think proudly of Bodie and Dusk on Friday! And pass the word along so that others can participate as well! And email me pics here or on Facebook or text (whatever way you have to get ahold of me) - and let me know where you're wearing your red. And I'll put together a video like we do every year!

Thank you so much for participating - we cannot tell you how it fills our hearts to see so many supporters showing their love for Bodie and everyone affected by congenital heart defects.

P.S. If Bodie finds out that you didn't wear red for him and Dusk, there's a pretty good chance that this will be his reaction.

If you want that on your conscience, that's totally your choice.

Just sayin.'

1 comment:

ciciFebruary 1, 2016 at 11:05 PM
I have red shirt all picked out...
and a virtual hug for Bodie and Daddy :)
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The Chosen Mothers by Erma Bombeck

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit. Did you ever wonder how mothers of children with life threatening illnesses are chosen?

Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting His instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger. "Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint Cecilia. Rutledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint Gerard."

Finally, He passes a name to an angel and says, "Give her a child with cancer." The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy." "Exactly" smiles God, "Could I give a child with cancer a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But, does she have patience?" asks the angel. "I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she will handle it." "I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has it's own world. She has to make it live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she believes in you." No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps -"Selfishness? is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take anything her child does for granted. She will never consider a single step ordinary. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them." She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side." "And what about her patron Saint?" asks the angel. His pen poised in mid-air. God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."