on the wall in my kitchen (which doubles as our homeschool room) there is a progression of first day of school pictures. 5 years. back to when ella was in kindergarten, all the kids together, mason with moose ears, griffin…
Dear Mason,
i should be planning your birthday party about now. i should be hiding presents from your eager eyes, negotiating how many things we can cram into one day and how many friends can participate. i should be explaining why you can’t…
An Uncommon Core
as we wrap up our school year, i look at our unfinished math books and remaining spelling lessons and i can’t help but ask myself, “did we learn anything this year?” it has obviously been the hardest season of my…
Only a Glimpse
i woke up this morning acutely aware of where i was exactly 4 months ago. four months ago, i was watching mason’s final moments on this earth. i heard the terrifying words “no pulse” and watched with horror as my…
C.S. Lewis Has a Way With Words
i recently finished reading “the voyage of the dawn treader” with my kids. even before mason’s death, i have been known to shed some tears at the symbolisms, the beauty captured in the character of aslan. a lion… a powerful,…
Truth
my inbox is filling up again. with texts and emails… from amazing people who love me and hurt with me and want to hold me up when i feel myself falling apart. and i hardly have the energy to read…