I was standing on our deck when he first told us about it. I’m not sure how old I was, but I think it was somewhere around late elementary school. I remember that it was warm. My brother, sister and I were there while my Mom and Dad explained Wednesday Nights. Of course I...
In the corner of the coffee shop, I spot her. A silver haired woman sitting alone at a table for two. A steaming cup of coffee sits beside her–beside her left hand that is hard at work on something that I cannot see. Her focus is unmovable. Upon my arrival I had taken one...
Can we stop and get a pack of gum, she asks as the five of us make our way to the car after a quick errand. The air was cold, an April day that felt like January. We are wearing winter coats and scoffing at the weather as we climb into the car. She points...
It was in the early months of our marriage. The incident. Somewhere between month one and month four. I know this because we were only in that small apartment for a short time. The apartment was tiny. Really, really tiny. One bedroom–big enough for a bed and dresser. A sort of living room with enough...
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This struck a chord with me. Loved it. Well written, well remembered, well done.
Thank you very much, Carrie.
You really need to publish a book paired with your photography!
Thank you, Amy. That is a little dream I have hidden in my heart. Thank you for the encouragement. . .
My family did something similar to your Wednesday nights suppers, except it was with day-old doughnuts and milk and took place on Friday nights. When Meghan was 2 1/2, my husband had to take an extended overseas trip for 3 months and I wanted something special to do for Meg and me to look forward to each week, so I resurrected the Friday Night Parties from my childhood, except with Dominoes Pizza and Disney movies. We still have Friday Pizza/Movie Nights 24 years later, except it’s with our son now and I’m sure we’ll keep on having them long after he’s flown the coop. It’s wonderful to have these kinds of nights . . . they really do make a lasting memory with your kids.
What a cool idea with day-old donuts! I love that you have continued it with your own family. It really isn’t the details that matter is it, Katie? It’s simply making the time.
You’re such a wonderful Mom.