August 16, 2010
I watch as the little boy who, days before, wouldn’t go in the deep end unless every buckle on his red Lightning McQueen life-jacket was secured and tight now swam freely. I watch as the little girl who, days before, was afraid to go in this same deep end, secured with life-jacket and Daddy’s arms, [...]
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August 2, 2010
I lay on her bed, frustrated at the events of the day. Sundays were supposed to be our day, our day for church, family, and relaxation. Instead, everything was in a constant state of frenzy from the moment we woke up until right then, as I was trying to get my daughter to go to [...]
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