Tag: memories

Trampolines

April 30, 2020
Twice on my walk recently, I was stopped dead in my tracks. Both times by trampolines. Okay that’s weird, I get it, but it happened. Twice in the same twenty minute walk. The first time there was a little glimmer in the corner of my eye. A quick flash...
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The Back of Her Head

April 2, 2020
There are two pictures that adorn our house that I just love. Both are of Rylie when she was little. Both are just the back of her head. It seems strange to me that these are some of my favorite pictures of her, especially given the fact that one...
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Tulips

Tulips and Daffodils

March 19, 2020
Time is such a funny thing. Sometimes it passes so quickly that things that happened years ago feel like they were yesterday. Other times, it ticks away so slowly that it’s almost painful. As I sit here at my desk writing, I find it hard to believe that we...
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Inspiration of Handprint Art

Choosing Celebration

March 12, 2020
~ Lessons from Handprint Animal Art ~ One summer when the kids were little, we visited our best friends who live in Indianapolis. They have two kids, one the same age as Tanner and one a few years younger. Both are boys. Needless to say Tanner was excited to...
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Blue Nail Polish

Blue Toes – It’s the Little Things

February 22, 2020
Rylie’s hospital stay spanned Mother’s Day weekend. With everything going on, it was a tough holiday for me. I wanted to be anywhere but the hospital, but I also didn’t want to leave. I wanted my daughter to open her eyes and laugh at me for worrying about her....
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The Sweet Taste of Memories

February 6, 2020
I remember being at Grandad’s funeral and my mom telling a story of the sounds of Grandad. Grandad was a man of measured words. He often was quiet, but when he spoke everyone listened because it was bound to be a well-thought out response that would leave the rest...
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Lessons from the Ocean

July 22, 2017
I’ve always known that it’s important to make memories and now that lesson has a new level of meaning. Memories of Rylie are her legacy to us. We wrap ourselves in memories of her – good and bad – daily. These memories have a tendency to wash over me...
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