Hero in My Works
If you have a hero-in-my-works in your life, please know that we wear a cape to justify ourselves and feel worthy, AND we do big things because we love you.
The Breezeway
The breezeway and creaking swing are long gone. I remember very few specific words exchanged over that slab of covered concrete. New birds fill the air with song, different crickets fuss at night, but the sanctity of those shared moments in the breezeway lingers.
A Red Tractor
The determination of her son’s heart gave her four decades of story-telling joy. My heart is happy to be able to share the story again. And what joy to be able to stand even today on that same hill and remember a little red tractor, a box of tools, and a determined little boy.
The Candy Shoppe
Every day is a miracle. Another thing we take for granted is the sheer wonder of this planet we’re on and all the random personal encounters, candy shops, international events, planetary collisions, physical injuries, dirt roads in rain storms, and land for sale that led us to where we sit today, writing these words, reading this blog. And beyond this moment, I know that my words and acts will inform and stitch connections for those yet to draw air.
A Fishing Hole
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