These pages belong to a children’s book that I found neatly tucked away in the antique cedar chest that sits at the foot of my bed. The chest still carries the fragrance of my Mamaw and stores a collection of newspaper clippings and photos. These remnants tell my father’s story, beginning at the time he landed in the states in 1955. I love that this excerpt reveals where I am in the season of parenting with my almost teenager.
This Mother’s Day morning, I savored a delicious breakfast as the awakening Texas sun poured radiance on the patio of my favorite restaurant. [Read more…] about Motherhood: How Did I Get Here?
