Mason was quite possibly the most high maintenance baby who ever existed. The sleep strikes, the incessant screaming, the crying until he threw up, the irrational tantrums when he woke from naps, the insistence on being held every waking moment……
Do Not Cling Too Tightly
There is a little patch of dirt in my backyard, near the tree house, under the shade of a big tree that I often find myself staring at. 20 months ago, a little boy sat there with his collection of…
Quiet Whispers
Each of my kids have unique requests of me at bedtime. When I say goodnight to them in their beds, one will ask for my specific prayer over something, one asks for a back rub. I get requests to “way…
Wear the Helmet, Carry the Sword
This morning, as I sat on my couch and watched the world come awake out my front window, I felt the weight of 17 months of grief. I saw, for the first time, these beautiful purple flowers blooming in my…
Mason’s Place
On a special New Years trip to Mammoth in 2013, Anthony took Mason out for a “planning meeting” over candy and hot chocolate. He talked with him about setting goals for the year. He was 5 years old. And we…
Hope
For Christmas two years ago, Mason asked for a matchbox car garage, a lego set with guns, and an American Girl doll. (And yes, you better believe I would have bought my son a trendy, over-priced doll had I know it…