5 months. Half the time I carried you. Long enough for your niece to be born, seasons to change, your father to have cancer and our hearts to break. Each step forward feels like an eternity; a conscious effort; an act of the will to live without a piece of you. The desire for the world to stop; because something is so dreadfully not right. 5 months. Almost half a year. It doesn't seem possible. Sometimes in this life we are called to hard steps. The journey rough and unforgiving. Finding sure footing is imperative. As we walk this ... View Post
When The Wind Blows And The House Shakes. . . Day #19 of Thankfulness
Some nights I think the wind will blow this old farmhouse right to the ground. With every gust the shutters rattle; windows shiver. There are stress lines in rooms without wallpaper that show the give and take. The history this home has seen. Love, worn deep into the banister from hands through the years. Grooves in the wood floor, from the farmers path every morning and evening, over decades. Love worn right through the couches and most everything in this home. The door to this home, wide open, for generations. And the night of the wake for our son, ... View Post
