I’m still giddy.

I can’t show you many of the pictures, because I can’t show recognizable faces of the children. You can see them on my Flickr page (if you will tell me to “friend” you), or tell me to send you a “guest pass.” Seeing the pictures is good but being there was awesome!

Yesterday’s delivery of afghans to the children at Camp Sanguinity was one of the most spectacular days of my life. It ranks right up there with giving birth, getting married, and winning the lottery (though I can only speculate about that one).

Sherry gave a darned good re-cap of what we did (except, my sister’s name is “Renice” not “Bernice,” Sherry…I know it’s an odd name, and it’s a long story). Sherry’s experience was much like mine, so I won’t tell it again; you can read it at her “house.” There was one difference: my poor husband loaded the twenty-three boxes on the trailer in the early morning. I didn’t have to do any work, but I suffered with him as ropes broke, and tie-downs didn’t work properly. Thank you, Sweet Spousal Unit for all you did. Marcia knew how much that was without even being here.

I will tell you this: as we delivered the afghans, we were not told which children had cancer and which children were siblings. Sometimes you could tell, but more often not. They were all just kids being carefree. They were all beautiful!

Again, this past year has been amazing.

It would NOT have happened without the help of ALL of the wonderful volunteers.

I was blessed to be the “catalyst.” And, I was blessed to find all of the kind-hearted people who made this happen.

I appreciate you, and I’m proud to have “met” you all.

Don’t be strangers, y’hear?