a tribute to my grandpa

with my grandparents during my last visit with Grandpa, in March

My grandpa went home to be with Jesus on September 11. I shared the following tribute at his memorial service on September 21. There are two smells that I will always associate with my grandpa: fiberglass and butterscotch. Grandma and I never could understand why he didn't like chocolate, but I loved making him butterscotch chip cookies. He always had butterscotch and caramel candies on hand, and if he wasn't eating butterscotch ice cream, his ice cream usually had butterscotch syrup on top. But I like to think my grandpa's sweet tooth was symbolic of his kind heart and his love for ... Read More

Shoebox Time

shoebox time!

We went Shoebox shopping this morning. Shopping with three children in tow is exhausting in itself. But when they are each allowed to help select gifts to fill a shoebox, it's a unique but enjoyable challenge. We've been talking about it for months. Our oldest daughter, intrigued by the idea that you could choose to send your box to a boy or a girl, decided firmly that she was sending hers to a boy. And our youngest? He was going to send his box to a cow. Yes, a cow. But after watching the movies from Operation Christmas Child at church each Sunday this fall, and making many plans ... Read More

the first, the last, and the in between

We talk about the first time and the last time, romanticizing the romance and the goodbyes in Country songs and novels. But the truth is, that first kiss, though sweet, is often awkward. And the first time that newborn babe is in your arms you're as filled with fear as you are joy and relief. That last goodbye, though cherished, is a memory always tinged with sadness. That last glimpse, though not to be missed, often reflecting but a shadow of the person we remembered. It's all those times in the middle that give that first memory meaning, that make that last goodbye bittersweet. When ... Read More


I am related to some of the most beautiful people in the world. I just can't decide if they seem more beautiful when I'm missing them so far away, or if they are more beautiful when I get to see their faces again after a long absence. My beautiful paternal grandmother is in the hospital with pneumonia right now. And the miles never seem so great as when someone you love is hurting and you can't be right there. So today, I'm struggling to see the beauty through my tears... The beautiful friends who write out their prayers for me and give me beautiful written reminders of God's love for ... Read More