I just finished the last pretty word in a lovely book (One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp) while sipping a hot, fresh peppermint mocha, clinging to – or savoring at least – the last sweet minutes of the holiday. I always think I’m doing okay at life, taking it in and relishing its good things like I mean to. I even take pride in how often I avoid its speed
So since I’m blogging every day this week – which has been so fun, and shout out to my friend Kelcey who said she’s enjoyed it! – yet can hardly think of anything except my kids, which I write about all the time, and my novel – I thought I’d give you a few little peeks into that little effort. Here are some people who make an appearance, though disguised,
The other night when Dad hugged me, he tapped my shoulder (the right one, with only a partial deltoid) and he told the room, “In July, it will have been five years. And her doctor will call her cured.” I’m grateful for that. This week Jake has been sick and couldn’t go to school. Fortunately, I didn’t miss a moment of work, because I can do it all from home.