October 7, 2017. It was a normal Saturday except we were all home with no specific plans to go anywhere. Since the girls started Cross Country we’ve had several Saturday races. If they’re not racing, sometimes I’m working, and occasionally Brad goes fishing if there are no races and I’m not working. It felt good …
It was Saturday June 3rd, about 7pm. Pale light coming in the bedroom window lay across Sophia asleep on the floor. I had walked up the stairs with my Bible in hand planning to read Psalms chapter one to the girls and kiss them goodnight. We had memorized this chapter when I was a teenager. …
It was two Wednesdays ago when Sophia ate the cashew. Wednesday March 15, 2017. Later I realized I wanted to remember the date as clearly as I did her birthday. The day she took her first breath and the day she was once again, given breath upon breath despite the odds. It was cool for …
“My girl, I’m giving you constructive criticism. It’s not that I don’t love you or that you are a bad person. I’m just showing you something you can improve on.” I saw her silent tears. My heart was sinking, and I felt uncertain. Downstairs the baby was toddling around screaming, and the six-year-old was …
