Remember, those sweet honeybees don't know me. A sparkling sassiness has overtaken the sarcasm, which was always a part of my personality. It's an attitude of: "Honey, if you don't like it, there's the door. The beautiful thing about the door is that you can fit through it and I can shut it."
Tag: Joy
The Chain That was Broken
Sometimes we can't replace the chain that was broken.
When We Danced in the Rain, from Corrie’s Collection
Grab your rain boots, or leave your sandals on. Let's dance in the rain before the thunder comes.
Why I Know my Daughter Lives
I talk to Corrie everyday. Whether through a dream, memory, or out loud; I speak with my daughter. A relationship with a child isn’t like other relationships that may stop cold turkey. I still have two children. It’s just one moved out before the other. She grew her wings. She graduated to heaven, and we… Continue reading Why I Know my Daughter Lives
A Corrie Poem: Lightning Bugs
When I see the lightning bugs from your desk and window, I wonder if there are lightning bugs up where angels fly.
How We Remember Corrie
Why I Chose The Lord of the Dance for Corrie
Because my daughter lives in me, and she is a "life that'll never, never die."
For the Love of Honey Mustard
With the honey mustard containers John and I brought to the table, you'd think we'd have four children instead of only two.
That Way: A Corrie Poem
Remember when I interview you in braids and a princesses' bathing suit?
A Spring You Envision, a Corrie Poem
My hopes for you, my daughter, are many like a spring you envision lasting forever.