The Christmas Pumpkin

This is a favorite old post of mine, written in 2019, about my grandson, Conner. Conner was born in 2015 with two holes in his heart. When he was less than two months old he went to Vanderbilt Hospital in Nashville for surgery. I wrote a post asking for prayers for Conner, and he became a Treehouse favorite. For the first several years we often got comments or emails asking how Conner was doing.

He is six now, thriving, well, mean as a snake, and autistic. He has many challenges to face, but he is a fighter with an indomitable spirit. Sometimes, okay often, that fighting spirit makes things pretty interesting with him, but he is precious and loved. We think that God gave our family very special and wonderful gifts in Conner, and Mason, his older brother who is also autistic.

As I said, this post is one of my favorites of all the ones I’ve written, but that isn’t why I want to share it again. Memories of our best times, our favorite gifts, the look in the eye of someone we’ve shared a special gift with, something of a heart exchange, those moments live on in us and continue to bear fruit. We need to make those moments, now more than ever. They aren’t just memories we can treasure, they are foundational to our well being, building blocks to lives, families and society, crucial moments that cement us together and give hope and joy.

Be sure to give yourself and those you care about those moments. It matters, more than you can appreciate in the moment.

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-WiscoDave