You Matter, Friend

You Matter, Friend

I like to pretend that we are friends you and me. I hope that you do too. I imagine that you read these words while you sit at your desk or perhaps as you take a break from folding laundry. I imagine that you read them late at night when the house is quiet – or you...
You Matter, Friend

Mommy? Were You and Daddy Lost?

“Momma?” “Yeah, buddy?” I stood in the doorway of his bedroom. He was tucked into his twin sized bed, and his little sister was tucked into hers across the room. My husband and I had already told bedtime stories and prayed. I was giving my final hugs before I said...
You Matter, Friend

I Knew Someone Was Missing

I have known that you were missing for a while now. I would look around the table at dinner and even though the chairs were all full, my heart would whisper, “Someone isn’t here yet.” When people would ask if we were done having kids after your brother and...
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