The kids were already bickering early this morning, so I tossed them breakfast and escaped outside to shovel snow.
I shoveled a stripe through the driveway and thought about getting the mighty minivan up the slope for our Sunday morning obligation. I tossed a shovelful of snow. I heard the cadence... "For them"
I wondered if I was doing this right. Is there a better way? Who cares, it seems to work. Just get the stuff off the driveway. Get it over with. I tossed the next shovelful harder and a little further "For me"
A hummingbird zipped overhead and another one came to drive it away. I love maintaining the feeders year round even though it's a pain when it freezes outside. These are my birds. I'm committed to caring for them. Another shovelful "For them"
Why is my face wet? Everything is dripping. Maybe it'll just melt some if I leave it alone. Plus, it's probably go...
It was the summer before 8th grade when I met my first love. Off I went to Christian summer camp for a week. I'd gone every year with some friend or other since I was in second grade. As overt and social as I am now, I wasn't then. And I had a secret: I wrote songs. Much like journaling or writing emo poetry, I poured my heart into songwriting and never told a living soul. Where other kids would come home from school and watch TV or play video games, I'd sit at the piano writing music and recording it on cassettes.
In the awkwardness of 13, I met The Boy at a picnic on Thursday night. He wandered over to our table in the awkwardness of 14 and said, "Excuse me, do you have any condoms? I MEAN CONDIMENTS!!" My friends and I howled with laughter and The Boy ran off, red faced, to find ketchup for his burger from somewhere else. I thought he was a doofus.
But that night was the camp talent show. He stood al...