Tonight I will gather with little folks (and a few big) whom I love right here in my living room, and we'll debate about staying up to see the New Year in. We may or may not watch some form of something dropping to beckon in 2018, and then the laughter will turn into sighs… Continue reading A Grace Filled Eve
Tag: pain and joy in remembering
Christmas Eve Light and Love
Twenty-two years ago Christmas Eve fell on a Sunday, just like this year. My baby girl was three months and three days old, and she was being baptized at the morning church service. Christmas Eves at our church then were quite full. The church couldn't be decorated until after service on the fourth Sunday of… Continue reading Christmas Eve Light and Love
for all the tables
where does the table go? he asked I barely remembered his name, Joe or John or J-something-- he'd shown up with the others, the ones they'd sent to do the job the table? I replied, stalling for time wishing for more of it, so much more time the table whose surface told our story the… Continue reading for all the tables
weaving memories
there are days when things are hard when the beeping of the machines reminds me of days long past and goodbyes I wasn't ready for and the one lying in the bed is holding a piece of my heart I happily gave away long ago it is on these days that I am especially thankful… Continue reading weaving memories
cast of stones
there are times on this journey when the path is covered with brambles and the way is almost indiscernible this is when I miss your voice the most and the wisdom you shared as easily as the stories from days gone by and sometimes they were the same you seemed so assured of right and… Continue reading cast of stones
the mouse who roars
twenty years ago tonight i shared with the world a tiny secret that i carried beneath my heart tucked away with a life of her own the impending arrival of my little one shared with all was greeted with handclaps and laughter and tears so loved and wanted from the very, very beginning … Continue reading the mouse who roars
the window
Looking back on the day that we stood by Daddy's bedside and let him go, I see in my mind's eye and realize with some surprise that the curtains on the window were open. Daddy spent many hours sitting in his chair by that window watching the cardinals living in the arbor vitae, the flying… Continue reading the window
An Afternoon with Mama
This afternoon as I was out looking for one of my least favorite articles of clothing to shop for, I thought about my Mama. She ruined me (no, okay, she "ruint" me) over the years. I rarely had to go with her to the store. She'd pick things up on sale (on clearance and WITH a… Continue reading An Afternoon with Mama
reflection of the good
For you, baby girl, not quite what you asked for, but this has been on my heart for a while. Thankful for the gift you are. Always. I think it is ironic that of all the people who miss him and all he was, it is I who gets to see his smile… Continue reading reflection of the good
wishing on a star
for those who still wish on stars and believe and cross their fingers and pinky promise, stay young and always let the light in..... when she hears his name and remembers she is eighteen again and she smiles always eighteen, nineteen, twenty though the lines in the mirror tell a different story now but… Continue reading wishing on a star
I Might Need A Nap 