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Puttin’ On My Happy Face–Or Not
Nineteen-year-olds are full of life, ambition and possibilities. For the most part. My nineteen-year-old is on her last legs. She’s not wearing her age well, though she looks presentable. Her life is ebbing, and possibilities are the least of her concerns. This would be concerning if I spoke of a person. It’s my car. We’ve…
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My Way’s Better Than The Highway, Right?
Living in close proximity to Cape Canaveral, we’ve seen rocket launches from our neighborhood. The spectacular contrail of smoke and fire can be seen for miles. Then the first stage drops off in a fiery flare. Like jettisoning life stages as we move to the next. Ryken will be two in a few days; his…
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Do You Know When You’re Being Cuddled?
Newborns have a very basic job description. Intake and output. Sleep in between. Sloane, at nine weeks, has developed an expertise in the first two areas. They are connected, top to bottom. An operational statement that the plumbing is working well. The sleep part? Her nights are getting better, but her days are filled with busyness.…
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Love Means Never Having To Say Goodbye
It’s never easy saying goodbye. Especially if hello just happened. Chris and Melody have been apart for three weeks. He hasn’t seen his newborn for quite some time. Babies grow a lot in three weeks. When Melody had emergency gall bladder surgery, Chris had already started working in Washington D.C. teaching middle and high school. He’d…
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It’s Not Raining; It’s Monsooning
Bad things happen in threes. Or multiples of three. For us, it began last week with our oldest, Heather, going in for surgery for a torn and twisted meniscus in her knee. An injury acquired from indoor soccer. Incredibly painful. The rehabbing is slow and uncomfortable. Three days later, our third child, Melody, went into the miniER…
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