The Special Day

It was November 2021. It was a warm day and perfect weather for walking around five acres striving to induce labor. We were successful. Charity told me, “Either my water broke, or I have to get to the white porcelain bowlful of water in the nearest home posthaste.” As it turns out, we needed toContinue reading “The Special Day”

The Birthday Eve

My wife is a saint. Perhaps an angel. She still loves me. So that proves it. As I write, the boys are in bed, and she is busy in the kitchen preparing a surprise for Son #2. There is a banner spanning the entrance to our small dining area. It reads, “Happy 2nd Birthday.” ThereContinue reading “The Birthday Eve”

The Merging Seasons

It’s almost time. There are just a few more minutes until the holiday arrives. Oh, hallelujah. Yes, it’s still the autumn season, but Christmas is a holiday to be enjoyed much longer than your average, ho-hum, yawn-inducing George Washington’s Birthday. I love the guy, but still. We tend to merge Thanksgiving and Christmas in ourContinue reading “The Merging Seasons”

The Photographer

Tonight, Son #1 got my phone during the church service. I saw him and grabbed it, but I didn’t realize how long he had it. Our pastor was playing the drums tonight and saw him with the phone. After service, he said, “Son #1 had your phone for a while before you noticed. He wasContinue reading “The Photographer”

The Fencerow

She was a thin, stout woman with jet-black hair streaked intermittently with singular strands of silver barely noticeable until she stepped outside in the afternoon sunlight. A wife to Henry and a mom to eleven children, Beatrice had long since learned how to hold her own when called upon to do so. It seemed theContinue reading “The Fencerow”