This might be the hardest post I have written so far, because this is about my Luke, my baby, my last one. I started and stopped this...

I am not even sure where to start with this one. The middle one. Not the oldest and not the youngest. Growing up, this "middle one"...

The table is set and ready. When I look at it with everything in place and the chairs waiting to be filled with my people, I realize how...

I cannot express the feelings that come with seeing my son holding his son. Of course, there is incredible joy, but there is also that...