One more kiss
After Ryan died, I was desperate for one more look at him, one more hug, one more word, one more kiss, but that was not to be.
The only thing that I could do was to be more intentional, more emotionally available, in loving our other children.
(Wait! I forgot our move from “I” to “We”.
Do you see it 2 sentences above? “I was desperate…The only thing I could do…”
I need help, too, in making the life transition from “I” to “We”.
So, here’s how it goes; ‘’WE were desperate …” “All WE could do is be more intentional.”)
It’s ‘’WE, WE, WE, all the way home!’’
When the thoughts of my heart turn to our other three boys, I realize that Ron and I (copilots of our Family Adventure) will have around eighteen years with them.
Imagine only having eighteen years out of ninety with our kids at home.
We’re getting one-fourth of our lifetime at home them.

Think about that when you can’t stand having your children around.
I figured out a way to make up for all the love I lost with Ryan.
I’m constantly giving my boys one more look, one more hug, one more word, and one more kiss.

dawn
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