At the end of the day, I want to be around him more than anyone else because he is my best friend.
Tag: marriage
Getting Real in Grief, Gardening, and Giving Yourself Grace
Love doesn't get lost in the mail. Love does not go to the spam folder. Love isn't a video lost in internet searches. Love is now. Love is yesterday. Love is today, and it is the future.
Through Everything: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
But what was truly beautiful included how he recognized our growth as a family when he said last night: "Who would've thought we'd decorate again; that you'd go to this extent to put up lights [for Christmas]?"
Should I Lose my Way, a Poem
Should I lose my way, I'll look to the gardens. I'll not look to the sky.
A Forever Kind of Love
John and our son, Hayes, during a visit to the beach. I loved him then. I love him now. I loved him when his mother died. I loved him when he became a father-leader. I loved him when his father died. I loved him when the tornado came. I loved him when COVID hit. I… Continue reading A Forever Kind of Love
Just One More Day
I held your hand after our daughter died ...
More than a Million Words: Ten Years Married to Corrie’s Father
Now, on the weekend of our ten-year-anniversary, we face a next phase in our journey. We will walk together in the new years as John battles stage 3 colon cancer with all the strength for which he's known. He will work through the chemo and radiation.
Jack’s Work of Art: A Poem for Corrie’s Father
The circle of men crowded the museum for the first time in five years to judge the work of art. They gathered around the work by Jack after the curators of the museum had promised Jack that every color, every edge, and blur could possibly lead to his own exhibit. For they claimed they were… Continue reading Jack’s Work of Art: A Poem for Corrie’s Father
Fireworks: A Birthday Poem for John and Corrie
For your birthday, I wish I could give you the 4th of July, fried chicken packed away in the basket, although they say, “You shouldn’t eat that” these days, and homemade peach ice cream kind of feeling.
A Poem: We’ll Still Ride Upside Down
Remember our discussions of rollercoasters ...
Corrie's Season 