Yesterday was the first day of school for our daughter Jessie. So much eagerness, excitement, and anxiety filled the days, hours, and seconds leading up to the moment our little lady walked through the doors of her new classroom with an unknown teacher, ready to engage all the unfamiliarness…Continue Reading
Like many, I have watched in awe as the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge spread like wildfire throughout our nation, likely touching everyone with access to any form of media. I have marveled…Continue Reading
The other day I was cleaning our patio, which lead me to rearrange the table and chairs. We had Judson’s windchime hanging from a nail off a short awning, along with a couple little birdhouses. After making some adjustments, the windchime was no longer centered over the patio table the way I prefer it. But I realized if I switched the windchime and one of the birdhouses to opposite nails, everything would be aligned perfectly.
As I was rehanging the chime with my left hand, I suddenly jumped and screamed…Continue Reading
Her beauty, mesmerizing and pure. Porcelain skin, translucent and soft. Long golden hair, silky and flowing…Continue Reading
For several days now, I’ve felt as though I’ve been on the verge of a torrential tear-fall; as if dark ominous clouds have been looming, foreshadowing a downpour. I’ve encountered and engaged circumstances that could collectively add to the possibility of a groundswell, but none of them seem to…Continue Reading
There is a lot of suffering in this world.
I didn’t really see the suffering much before Jud died. Maybe it’s because blinders from the “good life” kept me from noticing it. Maybe it’s because I couldn’t relate to the deep pain around me as much as I do now. Maybe it’s because…Continue Reading
Nicole Aldrian, a beloved woman who inspired, loved, and served many (whom I wrote about last week), died yesterday, May 12, 2014, from cancer. I am absolutely devastated.
The day we met Steve and Nicole Aldrian in 2009, they were pulling baby Trevor around in a…Continue Reading
A poem for my Juddy this Mother’s Day:
I never thought I’d have the gift
Of being called a mother,
Then one day you came to be
And changed me like no other.
I beamed with delight and cried with joy;
You were cherished from the start.
The moment that our eyes had met…