He comes into the kitchen, all smiles. My boy. His ruddy complexion reminds me of my dad’s. He sits down beside me, the muscles twitching in his still-smiling cheeks. I drink in the sight…
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He’s been working on it the better part of a month. Johnny took the leftover scraps from our new flooring and made a beautiful wooden chest. He says that it is an heirloom chest…
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You turned twenty-three today my boy. So handsome and strong- you remind me of your daddy. You have become so much like him and yet you are your very own man. When you were…
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I am so grateful my boy let me take his portrait today for my project. This image portrays him so well. He is a deep-thinking, melancholy soul. Sometimes when he tells me what he…
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“What you doing?” he asks me sweetly. I am standing at my dresser trying to figure out that just that. I am feeling tired. I love the familiar tone of his voice. He sounds…
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This is my boy Johnny. This image of him reminds me so much of what prayer looks like. Do we know that when we pray we are holding out a light for those who are walking…
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This is my kid. I love him so. I honestly don’t know I ended up with such a compassionate child. He saw me meandering in circles and sadness and asked me to come outside…
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Dearest Johnny, Today is the day we mark the day of your birth. I am so grateful for this day. When you came into our lives we were running full tilt doing ministry and…