Hello Blog, It has been almost ten years since I posted my last blog post. A lot has happened since that day that I wrote about keeping promises. A lot. But there is only one thing on my mind this evening. My mom died. Many years ago, she encouraged me to begin this blog. She loved to write. I love to write. We thought it would be fun. And it was, for a time. Not that I ever tired of writing, but I felt I had little to say on a blog. She continued on well after I stopped blogging. Today, I post in honor of her. I have no point. No purpose. No message. Nothing. But, I will write, and I will post because I trust that it will be a way to heal. A way to process the things I have walked through, the things I will walk through. I know that writing helps. This evening, I am charging her cell phone so that I can log into her Facebook. It has been more than seven years since she posted on Facebook. I have left it alone. It is hers. But today, I feel responsible. I feel I o
Many years ago, I am guessing about 19 of them, our family visited the Grand Canyon for one day, on the way home from a trip to California to visit family. Our eldest son was around 11, our middle one around 9, and our baby was a little over a year old. Our boys wanted desperately to hike into the canyon, but our oldest one especially so. He pleaded and my husband and I held firm our "No" as our youngest was too young and we were not outfitted for such an adventure. I promised that we would return one day. A few months later we moved to the East Coast of Virginia. Not planned when we stood at the edge of the canyon and that promise was made. And the many times we planned vacation time to the beach, our son reminded me of that promise to go the the Grand Canyon. Time flew quickly and years later we had not returned to the Grand Canyon. But, we did move to Texas and as we looked at spending time as a family, our oldest son brought this promise back up. So, a famil