Tag: sons

  • Comfort and Limitations

    It’s dark when the alarm goes off and my husband hits the snooze button to squeeze a few more precious minutes of sleep from his restless night.  I lay there not quite wanting to open my eyes and tentatively move my sore limbs, regretting my decision to tear down a fence in the back only…

  • Where Do the Years Go?

    Twenty-nine years and about two hours ago, I gave birth to my oldest after nine hours of labor with absolutely no meds. I was 22 years old.  What did I know? But this isn’t about me. It’s about him.  Although I emailed him first thing this morning hoping he’d see it, and tried the cell…