Because Every Family Has a Story...
I’m a child of the sixties and an inconsistent, life-long journaler whose dream is to recall a lifetime of memories for my kids and their kids, and so on. It’s not a fascinating story, as life histories go; it’s typical and wonderful and overflowing with love. You see, I’m only a small part of humanity, but it’s a life that’s been filled with amazing grace. This grace is truly a sweet, sweet sound to my ears … just like the song. I appreciate this world God made and placed me in, and I’m extremely thankful and astounded by all I’ve been given. Why did I get such wonderful parents? How was I able to escape living in the Middle Ages, the Great Depression or any of the War Years? Why did I get to live during a time when everything is so automated and easy and comfortable? And most of all, how did I fall in love with such a handsome, faithful, funny, fantastic man who I’m head-over-heels in love with almost thirty-five years later? Why did God bless me with four healthy children, who’ve shown us the ups and downs of being parents as they search for their own independence, but have also given us myriad memories that make me cry whenever I see old pictures of the six of us together?
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I am a work in progress, and I am enjoying traveling the long and winding road. I believe in God, and that He has been with me since the beginning. I want to pass on His love to my future generations, as hard as it might be sometimes. Life nowadays makes it harder to connect on a personal level with those we love…so many digital contraptions to keep us occupied. Short texts instead of meaningful conversation. But will we miss out on the personal interactions that keep us connected as a family unit? I want to leave a special story for my kids and grandkids, and if this is the only mark I make in their lives, then let it be remarkable, authentic, genuine and true. I’d like them to learn about our ancestry and hear again the stories that make up their own history. Stories about my life and about theirs, but mostly about theirs. Instead of just looking at old family photos from a dilapidated old photo album, I’m hoping they will instead reach back and see deep inside