Today the Mr. went to his very best friend from childhoods home. His friend has a really bad liver cancer that he has been fighting for over a year.
He went to help with a healing. The Mr. has been doing some serious work and against all of my skepticism
is really becoming something of a medicine man. Don't tell me, I know. Weird. The cancer changed him in ways we never expected. He is a different person now. So upbeat and full of positive energy. It radiates from him.
Another women that they went to school with all the way to high school is going to conduct the healing. Mr. is going to assist and learn.
What got me crying though, is when the Mr. came in the house and told me
"when we were little, we used to always bring our favorite toys over to each others house"
He was holding in his hands his bow and arrow and his fencing sword. His very favorite toys.
"I hope this helps us remember what we were like when we were little, and catch that magic again".
He already is magic. He slays me.