Great pics and a wonderful story to tell. I came across this poem by Wendell Berry in an obituary for him last week. I hope you had some moments like this in the midst of your challenges -- it certainly looks like it from your pictures.
The Peace of Wild Things (Wendell Berry)
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.