An Open Letter

Dear Dad, I can’t believe it’s been 12 years since I last saw you.  Sometimes it seems like much longer ago, and other times it seems more recent.  But the heartache of missing you and sharing life with you doesn’t ever truly go away.  I’ll say it: I hate that you’re gone.  I know God… Continue reading An Open Letter

Silver Linings

Originally, this post was to be titled “Debbi and the Terrible, Horrible, No-good, Very Bad Day.”  Because really, when your day starts at 2:45 A.M. to the sound of your dog tossing his…um…dog cookies all over your wood floors, you can pretty much tell what kind of day it’s going to be. But ironically, as… Continue reading Silver Linings

Threads of Gratitude: Birthday Suit Edition

Wait, something about that title just doesn’t sound right… Tomorrow is Matt’s birthday.  And this year we have reason to celebrate another year of LIFE!  Considering all that he has endured – and survived – over the past year, he deserves to celebrate and be celebrated.  As I look forward to his 45th birthday tomorrow,… Continue reading Threads of Gratitude: Birthday Suit Edition

The Journey Begins

Well here it is.  The day my children have alternately dreaded and anticipated all summer long.  The day I’ve been so anxious about for the past few weeks.  The day circled in red on our calendar. The first day of school. And while I can hardly believe Trey is beginning his next-to-last year of elementary… Continue reading The Journey Begins

Threads of Gratitude: Wedding Dress Edition

Tomorrow is our anniversary…our “sweet 16th”.  Sixteen years.  Wow.  I can’t believe we’ve put up with each other for that long. Nah, I’m just kidding. When we stood at the front of that church on that very hot July day in 1993, we promised our love and faithfulness to one another “for better or for… Continue reading Threads of Gratitude: Wedding Dress Edition

Innocence Lost

Yesterday, the world lost some of its innocence and beauty. Donald Zolan, widely regarded as the premiere artist of children, passed away at the age of 72 after a battle with lung cancer. My connection to Donald Zolan began when I was in college.  Someone – probably my parents – gave me a calendar of… Continue reading Innocence Lost