One life. Tandem journeys. God breathed.
Skipping through puddles in the parking lot. I found myself perusing the bookstore when I had some spare time on my hands this week. People huddling inside the door. Taking shelter from the rain outside. A damp and cold March afternoon. Infused with the scent of spring and the prospect of finding a new treasure hidden... Continue Reading →
Just last weekend, my Sweet Louise and I got dressed up and headed downtown. We had two tickets for the beautiful, historic theatre. There's something special about seeing the marquee glowing. The night air was brisk as smiling patrons bustled into the ticket line. Excitedly anticipating the experience that lie ahead. We were spending the... Continue Reading →
For as long as I can remember, she has loved to bake. When it's time for a gathering, her house is the place to be. She was born to entertain. Napkins folded. Silver polished. Placed neatly aside the crystal glistening on the table, the salad fork is always to the left of the one for... Continue Reading →
I remember him telling me to one day write this love story. The one that started along the river's edge. And I told him that I couldn't write it until God finished it. … I find freedom in writing. In the spilling of thoughts and emotions out onto a page. Getting things outside of me. It's a... Continue Reading →
From the time she was small she always saw wishes... My sweet Louise. The tiniest little glories amazed her. She was fascinated with life in all its multitude of forms. Emma collected stones and shells. She explored the worlds beneath the rocks and leaves. There is a great reverence and respect for small things, in her heart.... Continue Reading →
She was curled up in the big, over-sized chair. The cats were at her feet, warm and contentedly purring. How nice it was to see her relaxing and stitching again ~ my sweet Louise. When she paused to see what I was doing in the kitchen she asked, "What are those white marks across the... Continue Reading →
Today is the eve of my father's 82nd Birthday. I lovingly refer to him as "Poppy". These annual celebrations have a way of bringing sentimentality ~ a recalling of the stories that mark our days, and the memories that lie within. … I grew up in suburbia. In a small ranch-style house with a modest front... Continue Reading →
The month of March can be fickle. Some days bring the cold winds in, and our cozy, knitted scarves back out. Others are dappled with sunshine, the warm breezes beckoning us to the out of doors. These are the days that are filled with discovery ~ what feats of nature lie beneath the dormant grasses? What... Continue Reading →
I have a favorite pair of mittens. They are woolen and oh, so warm! They were a gift from a friend some years back. You might see the small holes, and the little wooden beads ~ a few of them have popped off. It's no matter to me. They are still the best for... Continue Reading →
"Beloved"...this is why I'm beginning this blog.
My Sweet Louise 