Tag Archives: Love

A Not So Simple Sunday – Letter to my Dad

Dear Dad, I miss you.  You will never get the chance to read this but that is alright because you already know what I am about to say.  You know that I love you.  You know that I am proud … Continue reading

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The Tooth Fairy Lives in FairyLand, of Course.

Here is the letter Cody left for the Tooth Fairy on the night of her first visit a little over a week ago.  I wrote while he dictated. I was proud that he remembered his manners in the writing of … Continue reading

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And Then There Was Carter

Four years ago, 2 hours and 14 minutes shy of Mother’s Day, Carter was born.  He took one look around, expressed his distaste for the cold bright world he was born into by crying about it and then promptly peed … Continue reading

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Memories of Rosy

There is now one dog dish where once there were two.  The spaces in between the walls of our house seem more empty.  A seventy pound German Shepherd, apparently, can take up a lot of space.  I can still hear … Continue reading

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The Worst Day of My Life

Six years ago today our first child was born.  It was an emergency C-section.  I was twenty-six weeks pregnant.  We ended up at the hospital because I had spotting and intense lower back pain.  The nurse on the phone did … Continue reading

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When is a Weed Not a Weed?

Answer:  When you are a child. Yesterday was the second day of spring.  Between the multiple moving shades of gray, there in the sky was a glimmer of pale blue; memories of short wearing and popsicle eating floating just beyond … Continue reading

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Simple Sunday – Made with Love

“Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove” ~William Shakespeare~

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One Last Breath

At 4:42 a.m. the phone rings and the question is asked, “How important is it that you see your dad one more time?” In pajamas I stand over an empty suitcase completely immobile, unable to make a decision of what … Continue reading

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In Lieu of Flowers

Last night my mom asked if I would be willing to write my dad’s obituary.  I told her I would be honored.  I have no idea how to write an obituary, much less one that would do justice to my … Continue reading

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