It’s His Turn

I couldn’t help but smile as I sat on the couch and listened as my 17 year old son walked back and forth in the living room talking on the phone to his older brother. The cleats and baseball pants he had worn on the baseball field an hour earlier had given way to dress shoes clicking on the hardwood floors of our living room. He was trying on his tuxedo for his first prom, and looked just as muchRead more

Shine

Sweet Sixteen. Smiling. Trying on the shimmery purple prom dress that her Dad had picked out for her. “That’s you, Hope”, he had said. And she agreed. We all agreed. And she came home and modeled and danced and twirled in the same way that she had when she was wearing her little pink tutu at three years of age. But this time, with a little more grace. (A little!) But the same amount of unfiltered joy that we allRead more