Profound, spiritual moments are rare. Many have never had one. And those that have, they are forever changed.
Because THIS is the real America. Charlottesville and hate parades … that’s not us. Our response to emergencies and crisis reveals the true nature of our people.
We share our lives in a way we’ve never done before. We talk about raising our children and our families. We talk about our passions and the things that bring us joy. That’s something we’ve never had before, and I’m thankful for it.
I’ve found that much of my family now is people I have chosen. The family solely made of shared blood and genetics has been transformed into a family made of shared experiences and common interests.
Most days, he and I couldn’t be more different. We have different passions and different personal goals. And every day I’m thankful for him being in my life.
So here begins my journey into being more grateful and gracious. In being more mindful and more meaningful. More intentional. More empathetic. And maybe I’ll even have some of those healthy physical side effects as well.
I’m truly blessed to have such real marriage role models to inspire me and guide me in my marriage. They’ve taught me what love really looks like, and it certainly doesn’t come from a storybook.
For nineteen years, I grieved as your friend and classmate. But this year I’m grieving you as a mother. And my heart is breaking all over again.
It’s been one year since I saw you last, and I still think about you often. Images that pop up in my Facebook feed. The jangle of your collar that still hangs on my rearview mirror.
It’s official. We kept the baby alive for a whole year with no major hospital visits or emergencies. Well, none other than the typical-nervous-first-time-parent trip to the pediatrician after he bumped his head when he was 9 days old. But that wasn’t even our fault! A lot has happened in…