Throwaway notes, forever hugs
…the napkin note is not forbidden. It has long been a secret passage into my children’s hearts.
Mischief times two
The only thing Buster is guilty of in The Coloring Caper is chewing the crayons that Grace tossed aside after completing each crooked line on the wall.
Setting records running
We laughed…after the first 5k we ran together…after she got to the finish line a good four minutes ahead of me and realized that running isn’t really hard to do. Hard. But not really.
They may be cute and fuzzy, but they’re not living here!
“The hamster must go!” I would declare the next morning. But Morgan, and my own two boys, promised to prevent another escape…Harry stayed another day and another night – which, by the way, for hamsters, is reversed.
Blankie Bliss
Ten years ago we almost missed a flight because, halfway to the airport, Riles cried out that we’d forgotten his blankie.
Choosing Communion
A rush of memories poured over me – like the nine-year-old Emmali who served me a Cheez-It cracker and red Gatorade in a shot glass at home because I’d missed communion at church to tend to her younger sister who was sick…