241Jul 27, 2012
Adam has a crush on a beautiful little girl—the fine-boned, blue-eyed daughter of one of my best friends. They arrived at the beach on a Wednesday afternoon, and we stood on the front porch to receive them, wrapped in the thick heat and humidity of the island. The screen door snapped shut against the frame, […]
242Jul 20, 2012
High tide, and the waves curl deep, pounding the sand into a cliff at the break line. I sit watching one shore break after another, absorbing powerful beauty, the explosion of white caps, hard and close. I would love these waves if they broke a little further out and I could ride them in fast […]
243May 25, 2012
Early morning and the day breathes new, and already, I feel tired. Kevin walks through the kitchen to hug me before he leaves for work. He smiles at me, saying without words that whatever the day brings, we will travel through together. I reach for him, stretching my arms long to wrap them all the […]
244May 11, 2012
Dear friends, I hope that where ever you are when you read this, whether the tears are fresh on your cheeks or you’ve just been staring at the bluest sky, that you will know that you are loved, and important, and valued. Even the most ordinary things you do matter to someone. I know sometimes […]
245Apr 13, 2012
I’m back from a run, my pulse still elevated, sweat dripping. “Mom? You’re sweaty.” Riley’s voice rises from the living room, where she sits waiting on me, her pencil moving over a workbook in her lap. Before I leave, every run, she asks me where I’ll be running, rehearses the steps with me street by […]
246Mar 30, 2012
We are not an easy family to love. I mean, even for us the loving isn’t always easy. We are difficult, tired, a ball of chaos with accessories. Everywhere we go, there are tote bags filled with an eccentric conglomeration of things—our accoutrements, I call them: stuffed monkeys and calculators; dry erase markers, insulin pens, […]
247Mar 23, 2012
Today, I will hug each of my children as many times as I serve them meals — because children’s hearts feed on touch. I’ll look for as many opportunities to touch my children today as possible — the taller they are, the more so. ~Ann Voskamp Every day breathing, for me, means learning this: love comes first. I remember […]
248Mar 16, 2012
It’s as though every day is the first time I’ve met God, the first time I’ve loved Him. I wake up and I can’t remember who I am, or that I’m abundantly blessed. I feel trapped in the weary, aware of the walls that surround me, boxed in and dull. And then He shows me […]
249Mar 2, 2012
Sometimes, I’m thankful for autism. On days like Tuesday, when Riley jumps in the van and puts her fingers on my shoulder, waiting. When I look back at her and she smiles, words tumbling out, words like these, words that cut me sharp but leave her pristine: “Mom, today someone said a bad word at […]
250Feb 24, 2012
She comes to find me and starts the conversation casually, pulling her hair back with one hand, letting it fall. The soft blonde strands, deepening now to brown, float out around her face, slide down along the edges of her cheeks. Her eyes are wells, stronger and more serious at times than her years. Her […]