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Our vows, now…
We have faced many kinds of better and worse over the course of our long marriage. We learned to fight for understanding, and for one another. We don’t always agree. We have very different ways of seeing the world, but we’ve learned that being together has made our best days better, and our worse days much less daunting.
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Midlife threshold: Recommit
In that dark time, I realized that my faith had been built on a wide and deep foundation of need. My need. I had come into this relationship empty and broken by grief and loss. The need had seemed unending. And yet, here I was over twenty years later realizing that my need was no longer enough.
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The faith of our youth…
When my kids were little, I had visions of our shared future. I imagined myself surrounded each Sunday morning with a throng of kids and grandkids filling a couple of pews in my local church. My hope was not without precedent. I had seen extended families gathered, maybe not every week, but often for holidays like Easter and Christmas. I looked longingly when I saw families of multiple generations gathering to worship together in the pews of our little church, and hoped someday we might fill our pew with a gang of worshippers in their Sunday best. Share this...FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedin
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Overflow living…
So, what if I am busy and popular if I don’t have time and space to enjoy my days. So, what if I am needed but not known. So, what if I have all the things, there will always more things to be had. Over the past few years, I have struggled to find a new way to measure my life.
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Parenting adults… a parallel journey
Our experiences were on a parallel track, and while I could appreciate the beauty of her journey, I also found that I needed to feel the grief and loss of change in mine.
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Baby Boucher 2019…
Soon we will be able to hold this new little one in our arms, until then, I am imagining a brown-haired boy with a familiar grin. I close my eyes and can envision the curve of his cheek, the smell of his hair, and his chunky thighs. My heart overflows with the sweetness and blessing of my new grandson.
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Just the two of us…
In the wake of this, Keith and I are taking a bit of a breather. Looking around at the space in our lives and thinking about what we want moving forward. Now seems like a good time to reassess and reimagine what we want to fill our lives.
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How many for dinner…
Over the past few years, the number has grown and is growing. First came the “others,” the girlfriend and boyfriend that have been grafted into the family. Then, came the grandson and the second is on the way. Our family is growing exponentially.
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A Central Organizing Principle…
On the other side of raising them, I feared I would never find another thing that would be as beautifully exasperating or as completely demanding as being Allie, Brian, and Stephanie’s mom. It wasn’t that I didn’t have things to do, but I seemed to have lost some central cord that helped me navigate life.
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Our table…
Friends, and kids from the neighborhood, often joined us at the table. We added a bench (the old church pew) and shoved over to make room.