Thursday, April 18, 2019


April is such a busy month. Spring brings so much joy and laughter and fun. And I find myself missing him all the more. I wish he was here to enjoy life with us. I miss his laughter. 

Thursday, April 11, 2019

Be Mighty

This week we remembered William’s birthday. But all I can think is that it’s been 1271 days since I last got to see his handsome face. 1271 days since I last got to feel the sweet, ever-so-slight pressure of his tiny arms, wrapped around my neck. 1271 days since I got to hear the beautiful sound of his voice.
There’s no special significance to that number. But I do wonder that the world has continued to turn these 3 1/2 years without him.
Have I moved on? Definitely not. But I guess I move forward, carrying this grief with me, the dark cloud that threatens to overwhelm me. Some days I do better at hiding it than others, but it remains, always.

This week William should have been 12. My beloved boy.

Am I being mighty? Hmmm. I don’t know. I can’t say that I am. But I’m sure trying.

Thursday, April 4, 2019

All About Sherrod

We celebrated Sherrod's "adult" birthday last week.  It's hard to believe.  She's behaved like an adult for so long that it hardly seems possible she is only 18, in many ways mature and wise beyond her years.

Sherrod has a tender and sweet personality, very soft to the Spirit's calling.  I love to see how compassionate and gentle she is but she's got some spice in there, too...😂

Between running her own business, assisting in another, helping to manage classes, studying for TRI (therapeutic riding instructor) certification, helping around the house, and the plethora of other things she finds herself involved in, she's one busy lady.  She almost never sits still.

I enjoyed going through her pictures tonight.  Here is a little peak into her personality...

Early years:

What a difference a couple of years makes:

Recent years:

I am so blessed to be her mother.  And her friend. 💖

Thursday, March 28, 2019

Grieving Hearts

Bereaved parents share a unique bond, albeit a desperately unwanted one. Never again can I hear of parents grieving such great loss without it touching me in a deeper way than ever before. And when it’s a personal friend experiencing that loss, the sorrow is acute. It takes me right back to the freshness, the helplessness, the devastation of new loss.
The past couple of weeks have been heavy. New loves. Fresh sorrows. Old demons. Sweet joys. Great unknowns. The weight of the world.

Thursday, March 21, 2019


I found the T-shirt that was made for me. Now I just need to get it. 😂