For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a busy girl. A doer. In the race between the tortoise and the hare, I’m definitely the hare. To run at any other pace than full-speed-ahead was tough, even stressful. Relaxing and doing nothing felt like I was doing something wrong.
A couple of weeks ago I watched my daughter walk down a flower-edged aisle dressed in crystal beads and lace. With her final step, she let go of her father’s steady arm and locked eyes with the man who captured her heart. She was radiant. And he was in awe as he gazed upon his […]
I barely made it through the front door. The tears welling up on the drive from work began to slide down my cheeks the moment I crossed the threshold and closed the door behind me.
We’ve all been there. In “that situation”. The one that leaves our head hanging a bit low and takes the spring out of our step.
Father’s Day is upon us and sometimes that’s not the best day for daddyless daughters.