This is embarrassing, but in my 39 years, I’ve rarely considered my dependence on water. It’s always been available. After using bottled water to brush teeth, wash hands, cook and more, plus coping with toilets that didn’t flush, I felt painfully aware of those privileges. … “I can’t take this anymore. I’m calling Grandma.”
On love
Love laughs with you, never at you. Love lets you cry as long as you need to. Love never judges; love builds you up with words of encouragement. Love laments with you, cheers for you and speaks well of you, even when you’re not in the room.
This is three
You adore your dad, your dog and your big brother (whom you’re always emulating or annoying — often both!). Other than me, Grandma is your favorite playmate. When you play, you build forts and houses and roads with your imagination. You love Play-Doh and Magna-Tiles and construction vehicles.
I want to remember you like this
Immersed in the world of Dogman,
our dog curled against your chest like a scarf,
your head resting atop the mega Pikachu pillow,
one leg dangling off the tan leather couch,
and laughter bubbling out of your mouth.
First snow
Whole cars are swallowed,
gardens and rooftops blanketed
Take this messy world and make it
cool clean sparkling bright
Chapter 38
Does everyone have these hidden pains they just shoulder quietly? she asked God. Her faith was shaken, but she didn’t stop believing.
Hours of research and reflection helped her see she wasn’t alone. The stories she read — paired with her family’s love — mended what was broken inside. Joy returned.
It’s a wonderful, magical life
Our day unfolds
with hot coffee and buttered toast
school dropoff and a package pickup.
Once we’re home,
Paw Patrol plays on the TV for my youngest
Dishes clink, steam rises, I exhale
after my chores are finished.
The heartbeat of my life
The images come back and, like magic, they freeze our family in time and capture our togetherness. The children are taller and cuter, and as for us adults, well, our eye crinkles have grown deeper. Is that really us? I think, my breath catching.
Why we sing
When friends get engaged, a baby is born, a long awaited job offer is extended—we, too, may be unable to keep from sharing our joyful “song” with others.
The morning after the election
Where I see harm,
she sees hope.
Why do we see things so differently?
Erin Strybis 