Summer mornings, for me, have typically included stepping out onto the roads before the sun crests the horizon. I spend an hour or so, pounding the pavement and clearing my head with the sounds of early morning work crews rushing by. On the roads, I am lost in thought, lost in podcasts, lost in the...
(Chad wrote the words below late last night. As much as I’d like to give him ‘the last word’, it only seems fair that I offer my two cents. My responses in bold.) Summer and I were talking the other day when she mentioned “On Sunday we’ll have been married 18 years!” First, the fact...
This month. Six weeks, really. Six weeks and three days, actually. Not that I’m counting. (Yes, I am.) I’m counting the minutes, the hours, the days. The minutes seem like hours. The hours, like days. Days, like weeks. I hobble along on crutches. Reaching for this and for that. Everything takes longer. Everything feels harder....
It is just after 7:30 in the morning when I glance down at my phone and notice I have a missed call. I examine the number, but can’t place it. Must have been the wrong number, I think to myself. Seconds later, I receive a text from Chad: Please have Summer call me as soon...
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