In April, I took my boys to Cedar Rapids to attend my beautiful cousin Keile’s wedding. At the reception, with each place card, there were a package of flower seeds. This seemed to resonate with Monroe & Lennon. They thought it was the coolest thing, from the mini clothes pin (which they still have and I've had to put back together again more times than I want to remember), their names actually printed on the card to show where they sit, and the idea of planting something and watching it grow. When we returned to Omaha, I took the boys to pick out what color pot they wanted and we each planted our flowers. They "borrowed" a couple of extra seed packets from the table because they wanted to make a flower pot for their dad, and they wanted to make a big flower pot with a bunch of different flowers as a “Family Pot.” This was ALL their idea, and the fact that they even wanted to have one for their dad, made me so appreciative of the boys they are becoming. Th
With the exception of Harry Potter and a few other series; His Dark Material, The Lord of the Rings, A Song of Ice and Fire... (I'm realizing as I'm typing this that I must have a thing for the fantasy world 🦄🤷), I am NOT what one would consider a reader. In fact, I'm sure someone can quote me as saying that I hate it. This year has been rough, to say the least. I was talking to my sister, Marika, sometime in the late summer. Her and I are so different, so typically when we offer advice to one another, it's not exactly what either of us are looking for. But this time was different. Anytime the boys were asleep for the night, I was alone. And when I was alone, I felt sad, desperate, and obviously lonely. I needed some sort of comfort, something else in my life to focus on besides worrying about my boys, besides dwelling on my divorce. This time when Marika suggested a couple books to read, books that had really helped someone she knew, through a tough time. The s