I don’t know why but I often fight off the urge to buy things that certain people say are great. Is that not the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard?! It’s like I am convinced there’s no way I can like it as much as everybody says. When it came to this book, I will admit
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My Baby Boy.
Call it God’s timing, His sense of humor, His encouragement…
To all the Mamas.
Today is not about my Mama but another, one whom I felt a need to write about for my own heavy heart if for no other reason. I watched this mother at the funeral of her baby boy, a young man, but still her baby boy. It was an amazing gift of grace from God
Gone too soon.
This morning as I let my tall baby boy (almost 16) out in the car rider circle at school, I watched him walk up that sidewalk and it took all I had to not run after him for one more hug. I cried and cried after I pulled off. I cried as my heart
As the Tassel Turns.
One of my favorite writings is the one about the dash. I’m sure most of you have heard it but essentially it talks about the dash on our tombstones. The date before the dash is of course the date we entered this world and the date after is the date we leave it. The dash
Mama’s Shoes.
Mama’s been gone a while now and as many of you can relate, it seems like ten years and it seems like last week. Since she passed, we slowly but surely have gone through things of hers which never gets easier. It’s funny what you learn about someone, even those you’ve loved your whole life,
Bus Trip to Healing.
279 days ago, Mama went to heaven. Part of me wanted to run behind her and part of me left with her. Alzheimers did all it could to take from us, and yes, it succeeded in taking two things most precious ~ Mama and her memories. But she won in the end by gaining back
Little Notes.
Caroline’s birthday is next week and so odd it’s timing. I opened a journal this morning I’d not used in a while and in it was this note Mama had written herself obviously as a little reminder we needed to or were taking Caroline out on June 23rd. The odd squiggly lines around it, so
I’m not motherless.
Just recently, I was at Mama’s, and on occasion, Daddy and I will go through a cabinet or drawer and see what in the world she’d tucked away. In a cabinet we’d been in before was this photo, really big photo, hard to miss, but somehow we had. I don’t know that I’d ever seen
The Bouquet.
I share this here so I can keep it with memories I’ve kept of Mama. I wrote it a few nights ago, a short time before she left us. I was watching her breath, her little heart struggling, and I was trying to envision her journey as she left us here and went to heaven. Daddy
Another Gift.
This week, I experienced something that may seem so insignificant to some, especially if you’ve not…
Letters to Linda.
Mom’s doctor made a house call today to see what had changed with her in these last couple of weeks. When he left, we were all changed. He told us he’s fairly certain she’s had a stroke. We were not really shocked because a couple of weeks ago, we saw drastic changes pretty much overnight.
