A Spring of Joy

This summer I sat with Brian’s sister, Sam, whose heart is so full of love it would make the oceans overflow, and we talked about children. She is the mom of three and waiting to hopefully foster to adopt two more. She told me how she recently sat with a new mom at her church…

As I write this, it is Saturday morning, and I hear banging and sawing and the noise of demolition on the floor below me. In April we tore the floor up in our downstairs bathroom with the plan to just put new floors in. Instead we found rotting boards and part of a wall with…

“Death be not proud…” They stood, strong and tall (and how is it they look so old?!), my Ash-man with the other boys in his eighth grade class. I’ve known them all since before they were born, and they recited together… Tears began to form. Yes. Death. Be. NOT. Proud. “…Though some have called thee…

Yesterday was one of those days where although I was tired, I felt relatively well and was able to be out and about and do stuff–mom stuff and work stuff and carpool stuff and friends stuff. Then last night I got about two hours of sleep because the side effects of this chemo are still…