I heard my son’s keys unlock the back door early Friday evening. He’s twenty-four and in parenting years, that means six years old was just yesterday.
I hardly ever see him during the day. He’s got things to do, places to go, people to see. You know the drill. He’s grown. I haven’t read him a bedtime story in more than a decade; and then some. He’s not the hugging type, and when I send him text messages, he answers in one word. Or less…
Once each month, I get to share a few words at (in)courage. Have you been there? It’s the dream-come-true website which started as an idea Holley Gerth and Stephanie Bryant nurtured along until it became real. (in)courage is made up of a fabulous team of writers who share incredible words of encouragement, wisdom, humor, and insight. We don’t have all the answers, but we’d love it if you’d hang out with us anyway. Today at (in)courage, I’m sharing a short story about life in my house last Friday evening. Would you join me over there?