The Mirror.
Like mother, not like daughter.
Well, perhaps she is a lot like me. The me before she decided mirrors were the bane of her existence. As I mentioned previously, I used to like mirrors. …
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The mirror
Or photos of me.
There is only one time in my life I remember liking mirrors. My parents had a mirror on the wall behind their bed. Up to age 5ish, I would look in that mirror and make …
As much as I wanted cancer to be a blip in my story, or a side quest that I did and then returned to the actual plot of my life, it sadly doesn’t work that way. I suppose I have to admit, it changed …
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. Does it really though? And is that even healthy when you are already obsessed with your daughter?!
So, it’s night one without our clever girl trying to …
The love story continues well beyond the wedding day. The wedding day felt perfect. There were hiccups. But the love and the atmosphere created a cherished core memory.
March 20, 2004
Waking up in a …
Decision time. Six years together. High school and college. What is next? Freshly out of college. Living in the same city. Young adulting. I knew. He wasn’t ready. Do I wait? Does absence make the …
The college years. Our love tested again. The plan was me in SC, him in GA. Exploring life in new places with new people, while staying true to each other.
Phone calls, chats, emails, and visits.
Hope …
“You are so ungrateful!” My parents scolded me as I sat on our living room couch with hot tears streaming down my cheeks into the corners of my mouth. I had just finished a prepared proposal for my …
How?
How do you bridge the gap? A Spring semester high school Senior and a high school Sophomore. Against the odds, we bridged critical phases. Him a Senior, me a Sophomore. Him a college Freshman, me …
The cute boy at the mission trip fundraiser. I was 14. He was 16. That was a no-go. But a note in my 8th grade yearbook that assures I will continue to get “Jonathan LaCour” updates. “Went out” with a …