The Year the Gifts Were Stolen {A Letter to My Four}

The snow started falling last Monday. The flakes were small, hardly noticeable. Really, it was barely a scattering compared to the heavy fall of Thursday. But as your faces were lifted up in wonder in the parking lot of that church, trying to catch bits of white on your tongue, your Christmas presents were being … Continue reading The Year the Gifts Were Stolen {A Letter to My Four}

For the Golden Edges

Maybe it was the late arriving curriculum that put that pit right there in the center of my stomach.I don't know.All I know is that somehow, over the summer, my oldest daughter is now only 10 1/2 inches shorter than my 5'11".She is all smiles about this,but me?Her small, downy head used to fit in … Continue reading For the Golden Edges