An anniversary worth noting

This week, although known as Holy Week to the universal Christian Church, also goes by the name of birthday week at our house.  The twins turn eleven on the 17th, Holy Thursday; they were born eleven years ago on Holy Thursday.  This is the first time in their short lifetimes that the two days have once again coincided.  Thus, you will soon be inundated with photos of yesterday's birthday party and the actual birthday in three days time.  However, this is not the anniversary about which I am writing.

Today, April 14th, is the day that Isaac was airlifted to CHEO with pneumonia (and dehydration).  As a result, the twins' tenth birthday party was cancelled, and rescheduled again and again, until it was finally celebrated as an eleventh birthday party.  Mea culpa.

I went for a walk today with Isaac and Sarah to take advantage of the beautiful spring weather.  We picked up a little friend along the way and played on the grounds of our church, overlooking the lake.  It was a terribly windy day; huge gusts that sent clouds of dust hurtling our way.  During one of these gusts I heard a sound other than the wind and looked up to see the air ambulance heading toward the hospital.  I grabbed Isaac's attention and pointed to the chopper as it circled the hospital attempting to land.  The winds were so strong that at one point it looked as if the chopper would land on the lawn of the church rather than the landing pad (over one kilometre away).  In fact, it seemed to circle us and we ran to watch its path.  Isaac pointed to the sky and asked, "Did I go in that, Mommy?"  I assured him that he had and he responded, "But I couldn't see you, Mommy."  I explained that he couldn't see me because he was lying on my lap while the two of us rode on the stretcher.  He looked up again and asked, "Is Jesus in there?"  I answered that He sure was and laughed to think that Isaac will probably always have an association with Jesus and helicopters.

And then I looked at my watch and noted with surprise that it was almost the exact the time at which
Isaac had been airlifted from our little hospital last year.  Amazing the workings of the Lord.  You might be thinking, "There she goes again with the pneumonia story and supposed coincidences."
That's OK with me.  That helicopter circling over Isaac and me as we stood in the church parking lot only steps away from Our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament was much more than a coincidence.  It was a tremendous consolation.