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Wednesday, August 13, 2014



Wow, Amy. Beautiful.


That really was beautiful. And yes, sometimes I really want to cast if off and walk away. But they are mine- no matter how old they are and what choices they make- so I'll stay.


I loved them as well. I loved to parallel between our hopes for our children being David but the reality of them being unfinished and burdened.

Thanks for helping me remember this lovely lovely time.


I love how you get at and express the internal emotions of what an external event triggers. Motherhood is such a mixed ball of wax. When Sean comes to me with big hugs and vows of how much he loves me, I find myself remembering Bryce when he was that age and that affectionate toward me. As a teenager, he's lost all affectionate expression, apart from an occasional "I love you," at the end of a phone call. Loved your image of our children being their own slab of rock. Your writing always hits the nail!

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