there are few things i enjoy
more than having my children
call to talk...
fifty minutes ago,
brock called...my second oldest.
besides working for bank of
america, which bores him almost
to tears, he plays bass in a band.
he sees the right band, always,
with one thought: this could be
the bridge to broken people.
he eats and drinks the dream. yearns for the reality,
and we've spoken hours ....
talked miracles...of this longing
in his heart.
taylor and i are still in pennsylvania.
what great hours. i knew it
would go too fast. colben says,
"grandma should sit here by me."
taylor has carried him everywhere.
walked the dog since brandt worked
today. drives the rental. changed
then, colson called.
how much he loved us.
"mom, i'm really sick.
something doesn't feel
what is the hardest, most
important job...the most difficult
assignment of my life?!
out of the blue, Debby...said, "let's
do a little shopping." something
i rarely do for myself."
let's do our best
to make life...
to smile easily.....
and lift each others' burdens.
especially those in our
families. sometimes the hardest to
|brandt and jasmine|