It was a warm, Tennessee September morning. We loaded our 3 year old son into the car. Smiling ear to ear, he was so proud of his new soccer jersey. In his mind he couldn’t wait for his first soccer game. “I score lots of goals, Daddy!” We loaded our one year old who wasn’t interested in anything but snacks and her shoes. She preferred the sparkly ones. I loaded my 7 month pregnant self into the car and my husband began driving. We were off to the soccer fields in Franklin, TN. As fresh parents, we were so excited…
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When Heroes Die
All across America this past Sunday, moms and dads tucked in millions of broken hearts. A hero–an icon who had become the face of an entire sport–was gone. Without warning, we were all hit with the news. My first message about it was a text from my sister. It seemed a bit surreal. I immediately went and found an article to read for myself. Details were still limited. At that point there were only 5 known victims and we were being told he was survived by his wife and all four daughters. I’ll admit I haven’t been a huge follower…
Another Classic Case of ODI
Six and a half years ago we picked up our life and moved to a new state. We had a 5 month old, 2 year old, 4 year old, and a 6 year old. We were far from any family and knew no one. Before boxes were even unpacked, my husband left on a jet plane for the first of many, many international business trips. International business travel was also new to us. Prior to this move all his travel had been regional and mostly drivable. And yet…AND YET…when I look back, it’s the time of our life that I…