Throwaway notes, forever hugs
…the napkin note is not forbidden. It has long been a secret passage into my children’s hearts.
…the napkin note is not forbidden. It has long been a secret passage into my children’s hearts.
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.
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…