“He is your favorite,” my oldest son said, pointing at his younger brother. “It’s so obvious.” Hmmm. Maybe caffeinated coffee this AM. And I said what I always say, “I love you both very much. I have no favorite. If his path with me seems easier, that is because of the choices he makes. You…
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Blink and it’s gone
At the crack of dawn, I was already driving home from the airport, wiping big mama tears from my cheeks. My eldest was headed back to Texas, his fireman gear packed efficiently per his norm. Military precision is his modus operandi. While he was getting ready to board a plane, I was heading back to…
