I wrote this a couple of weeks ago, before the Corona pandemic hit the USA. I wanted to respectfully talk to my husband before I posted since he is such an intimate part of my story. He has been away for work, so it took a minute to connect about it. The theme of faith and hope remains relevant and always will. So although it is not about flattening the curve, it is still a timely piece. Praying we all stay in a place of peace and hope as we ride out the storm.
When my second son was about eighteen months old, I took him to the doctor for a check-up. While we were there, I brought up some concerns I was having about his speech development. My gut told me something was off. It seemed like… Continue Reading “Look Around”
I had always wanted to go to a piano bar. My friend and I heard about a quiet little place in downtown Colorado Springs, so we decided to check it out. I had visions of feeling classy while sipping a martini by the piano. … Continue Reading “Search & Rescue”
When my boys were four and eight years old, my husband got orders for Germany. We had just moved to North Carolina a few months before, so as you can imagine, the news was not a happy surprise. Normally, orders for overseas come months… Continue Reading “Broken Button”