When someone knows everything about you — your flaws, your idiosyncrasies, your weaknesses — yet loves you completely with zero reservations; that is an invaluable gift. But like many gifts, […]
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Valentine’s Day Without Him
Today was Valentine’s Day. I knew it was going to be a hard “first,” so I’ve been keeping myself busy so I didn’t have to think too much about a […]
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Gotcha Day
Today is Gotcha Day for my family! Twenty-two years ago, Jeremy and I made a life-changing decision to give a forever family to two boys, born to someone else. And […]
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Open Letter to My Daughters
Marry a guy like your daddy. I know you already know that. But by the time you’re ready to marry you may have forgotten a few things, so I decided […]
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Hey Dad, What’s It Like?
Hey dad, What’s it like up there in Heaven? Is it better than you could have imagined? Is everyone really always happy? Hey dad, What’s it like hanging out with […]
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The Road to Unity
Tragedy has the power to unite us, or to divide us. We get to choose. I saw this in my marriage after the death of our daughter. The less difficult […]
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A Time to Weep
Someone recently told me that I “put up a good front.” But that’s not at all what I wish to do here. In fact, I believe authenticity builds community and […]
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A New Year Without You
This picture was taken on New Year’s Eve, at midnight, last year. Our lives were so blessed and the future was so bright. Now, as I face a new year, […]
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Is He Worth It?
Yesterday, I sat on Jeremy’s grave and asked him to tell me how to do this without him. Of course, I didn’t expect him to answer. But God…. Early this […]
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Packages of Fear
Today, I had to vote. Alone. For the first time, ever. I know that may not seem like a big deal, but every “first” without him threatens to unravel me. […]