Opinion
Thankfull for the small things
A while back my granddaughter had a difficult surgery, with a long term for full recovery. She had a bright outlook, and handled life with grace. One day I saw her FB post that impressed me as we all face life as it comes.
Everything Changes
Sawyer towers over me now, but I remember when a much smaller version of him used to stand next to me on the front row in church. For what felt like years, during the closing prayer he would reach over and wrap his little arms around my waist in a familiar hug. Casually, he made a habit of lavishing his love on me the way only a little boy can. Now he’s 17, and his last year of high school has arrived, his last year at home.





