I threw away most of my pictures, it just so happens that is what you do when we go through a transition. When you've been lied to, cheated on, stolen from - my Mom gave this picture back to me and it's one of my favorites.
Question is, why? Very few pictures are in their home of me. It's your typical black sheep story. Not my fault, I am who I am and I'm OK with that.
The story of my Dad. He is my real life Billy Graham, he is my real life Jesus. Although he is not a reader of C.S. Lewis - he is my C.S. Lewis as well. I've boughten him several C.S. Lewis books and he says he just doesn't comprehend him. I told him this, "Walk around your block 7 times and you will notice something different every time. It might be as simple as a dandelion that you didn't notice the first time - or a dog that wasn't there before, a leaf, a blade of grass, a person, that's how C.S. Lewis wrote... in circles, circles that eventually made sense."
He is amazing. Engineer, over calculated (perhaps one of the only traits I got from him), he's not much of a fan of my quilting, too bad Dad, I'm a piece maker and yes I will always sew - needle and thread.
As always, as long as God allows...
Traci(ee), Tod and Cooper.
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