Images of Whit (this time in photographs, not words)
A handwritten valentine for his favorite girl classmate.
Look what the melting snow unearthed in the back yard!
Epic bedhead (this, by the way, was how he looked on Picture Day – A+ for motherhood that day).
A Lego robot he built himself.
Dinosaurs and superhero cape: just another afternoon in [...]
Saturday morning. For some reason, despite 12 solid hours of sleep, these guys were wiped out. They eased into their day on the living room couch.
Finally they worked up enough energy to sit up. Whit watched Grace playing on her DSI. He was enraptured. She was sufficiently softened up by [...]
Grace and I were alone last weekend. It was lovely. We went out for dinner (both nights!). We walked down the street on Saturday to a neighborhood restaurant holding hands. We read our books for hours, sitting in bed next to each other. We finished Harry Potter 2 and watched [...]
The other night, while I was writing my reflections on Devotion, Grace wandered into my office. She asked for a pen and some paper and sat down on the floor by my chair. I didn’t know what she was doing until she asked me the name of a flower that was blue (I [...]
At least once a week Whit’s teacher finds me at school drop-off- or pick-up to relate the latest story of his hilarity. The one she told me last week was about courage. They had been talking about courage, and what it means, and as you can see above Whit decided that courage is [...]
When I ran yesterday I was struck by the vivid difference between the side of the street in the sun and that in the shadow. In the darkness of the shadow, the sidewalks were still covered in a crust of ice with powdery snow on top (ideal ankle-breaking conditions), while the other side of [...]
Happy birthday, Whit.
Five years ago today. It’s such a cliche, but I really can’t believe it. I promise your letter is coming soon!
I love you.
…I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream….
…one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and [...]
Last night, as I tucked Whit in, the room was heavy with nostalgia. It was dim, his favorite lullabye was playing, and I curled into his bottom bunk, breathing him in as he lay with his back to me. One week from today he turns five, and this awareness is stitched through every [...]
Today dawned bright and cold. Matt is in Asia, so it is just Grace, Whit, and me this weekend. Grace woke me up and then returned to her room to read (okay, fine, play with her new dsi) so I could wake up slowly. Whit slept until 8:30 (possibly a record). [...]
