My parents and aunt and uncle visited Washington DC this past week. One of my favorite parts was hearing old and new stories from my dad and aunt about them growing up and about their mother, my grandma. Stories like…
Last year my husband’s parents presented the idea of going on a trip to the Holy Land, and they asked if we would go with them.
February brought us on this journey.
The Payne parents requested that the whole family come together for Christmas as the final celebration of their 50th anniversary year, so all 14 of us gathered in South Carolina.
I’ve started this post a half dozen times from this stiff airport “lounge” chair. This was our first home – a launching point for a continent of adventure – a place to be together – and a place where we were very much alone.
It’s been a tough few months. Year one was magical. Year two hit us with stress and frustration. We’ve laughed that we woke up on our anniversary, and already it was unfolding differently than we expected.
One year. Laughter & tears. Dancing in the kitchen to our made-up songs. Counting the other’s snorting laughter as success. … More
Several weeks ago I sat in front of a fresh greeting card with a pen in my hand. I made a motion toward the paper and stopped short. I was simultaneously caught in an absence of words and an abundance of images.