I hold her baby. A beautiful bundle of sweetness. I look at this girl. This beautiful mom. I think how blessed I am. I am the step mom. A woman she did not ask for in her life. Circumstances beyond her control. Yet, she has opened her heart and let me in. She has shared so much of who she is with me. She's daddy's girl you know. And another stole her heart. And now I hold her second born. I want to weep. I want to weep for my boy. I want to weep for all ... View Post
Remembering
We stand at the grave. This college friend and I. Last together when life didn't hold so many painful pieces. Back when life was still fresh and young. This day we stand at the grave of my oldest son. "Tell me about Elijah, " she says. My eyes fill with tears. It's been months since I have let myself think of him. Months since I have paused to remember. Because in the remembering the searing ache lies. The sharp pain of who he was and will never be. The kind and caring, yet hot tempered red head. So ... View Post
