Well friends, today is the big day…. John’s 16th birthday! I am so proud of the young man he has become, and for the supreme blessing of being his mom. He’s driven, hard-working, kind, a leader, easy to befriend and has a pretty fantastic sense of humor. I often glimpse him walking into a room… Read More
We enjoyed a wonderful, relaxing day that started with the parade and Hallmark… Our own 5k trot with the turkey… … and ended at the home of dear friends with an incredible meal. Taylor made his bread and Whit made his cheesecake. These two are 7 years apart in age, but are quite similar. Laurie… Read More
2021 marked our sixteenth year of heading down to Phipps Plaza to see the quintessential Atlanta Santa! It was a tradition I almost let go. I know it’s a little ridiculous that we still do this, but the boys completely humor me. And, believe it or not, every year we are not the oldest kids… Read More
As November approached, I was after John every day about what he wanted to do to celebrate his sixteenth birthday. He is a pretty social kid and loves hanging with his friends. When he got exasperated one day and threw up his hands saying “I don’t want a party. I can’t even figure out if… Read More
November 22 in 2007 was Thanksgiving day. It was also the day I gave birth to my precious, angel, stillborn son Matthew. It was a long and sorrowful labor lasting about eighteen hours in total. He was the tiniest baby I’d ever seen, and also the most perfect. I treasure the few hours I had… Read More
On a blustery afternoon at the end of last month, John celebrated the Sacrament of Confirmation. It was a beautiful and memorable mass, celebrated by our parish priest and Archbishop Hartmayer. Having a pew overflowing with John’s loved ones, particularly after the last eighteen months, was a feeling I will carry with me for a… Read More
Like most Georgians, we were tuned in to the Braves every night for days as they made their way to win the World Series! I still remember what an incredible time it was to live in Atlanta back in 1995 for the last time. My baseball loving Whit was dying to go to the parade… Read More