Friendship Summer

As summer draws to a close, I keep getting asked about how my summer was.  Well, it was a really hard summer. I have a son who isn’t able to live with us anymore.  I have a pregnant daughter living back home and choosing adoption. My heart also aches for friends in hard places of their own.

It was also a wonderful friendship summer. This year I was intentional about scheduling “adult time” for myself.   Continue reading “Friendship Summer”

Torn Heart

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My courageous daughter has chosen adoption for her son. She has chosen to have others do what she cannot do at this stage in her life. I write this with tears. My heart is torn.

This is my grandson, but I won’t be “Grandma.” Continue reading “Torn Heart”