Some days my life flows with a serendipity that astonishes me. Other days, not so much. Where will I find a box of the right size?
I keep taking pictures of my kids, these strange and glorious days, because there are four of them and they are all together.
We do not want to be apart. For each member of our family, including him, this is the hardest part of our sacrifice. We love him, and he loves us.
One of the holiday gifts his parents gave the boy was a blow gun, which he loved. It was not a toy for small children, to be sure.
It must be a strange experience to have an injury that your family does not know about. We keep writing you letters as if nothing has happened.
Jenny brought me her little pink calculator held to her ear and said, “Mommy, it’s Regan callin’.”
Sometimes my life spins more quickly than I can follow. Here are some snapshots from the past two weeks. We spent a precious weekend with our second son on his home visit. He said that when I took him back to camp, he wanted to show me Eagle’s Point, so we packed a lunch and […]
How nice to sit beside you at this table again. Care for some sugar in that coffee? I have flavored creamer if you’d prefer it. I appreciate you bringing scones.
Chief Stan tells me you don’t have any snow there yet, but when you do, there may be sledding in the plans.
I just purged my house, nesting, frenetically sorting through every closet, every drawer, to remove all that we don’t need. And now I am buying more.