May is always a super-busy month for celebrations. This year things were even more chaotic. Bryan’s move to a new place. Returning to strength and health. The removal of his picc line. Resuming his job at Ann’s Choice. Birthdays. Mother’s Day. Memorial Day. Adjusting to life in a CLA with a new roommate and other staff whom he had never met before. It’s a lot.

And, yet, he handled all of these changes remarkably well for a person who abhors a change in schedule – a deviation from the routine. All of these upheavals were handled with a new maturity and a curious happiness that we’ve not seen in a long time.

In the midst of all this whirlwind of activity, Bryan managed to remember me on Mother’s Day with a beautiful, heartfelt card. His simple potted pretend flower, akin to something crafted by an elementary school student, warmed my soul with its simplicity. He had thought to bring his handicraft to church. It was perched on the seat of the car when I got in after service along with the card. He was so proud of it. It truly is not the amount of money spent on a gift that means the most. The joy is in the face of the giver and the meaning behind the simple offering. He exclaimed, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!” as I sat down in the car. It touched me so – he thought to remember me in the midst of his trials. Yes, I shed a few tears.

We celebrated Bryan on his actual birthday on a Tuesday night with a family dinner at a local restaurant. The extra-long closing of his eyes as he made his birthday wish before blowing out the candle told me that he was thinking of a very special wish this birthday. I didn’t ask what it was. But I know it meant a lot to him. I think he may have been praying as he expressed this birthday wish to the One who was actively listening to him. The God who healed him and brought him through his ordeal. Perhaps it was a prayer of Thanksgiving. Only the Lord knows.

The following weekend we trekked to Johnstown to reunite the two birthday-mates – my mom and Bryan – sixty years apart to the day. Together for all forty-four of those celebrations. I didn’t need to prompt Bryan to hug and kiss his Grandma. To help me orchestrate her birthday celebration at the retirement community for her friends and remaining family. Passing out the cake and drinks before partaking himself. He put aside his birthday needs to put the focus on his grandmother. I wonder if Bryan knows how lucky and rare it is to still be able to hug her and have her in his life?

During all of these celebrations I noticed a decided change in Bryan. Whether it has come about due to the aftermath of his hospital ordeal or a change in his living situation. Whatever the case, friends, family and casual acquaintances have noticed a “new Bryan” – more open, communicative, happy and much more involved in life as never before.

Now THAT’S something to celebrate!