Last Friday, our family attended the funeral of our dear friend, Brian Jarboe. I have known Brian for about 17 years, and I will always remember the quintessentially Cheverly experience of meeting his lovely wife, my dear friend Caroline, when she came to claim the...
Today you drove to the University of Maryland as I rode in the passenger seat beside you. You studied the traffic at each junction, listening to my instructions and stopping completely at each stop sign. When you pulled up in front of the swimmers entrance...
It was the day that my younger children and I walked around our neighborhood, tugging leaves from a variety of trees to identify at home. We walked with growing piles of green filling our hands, a diverse bouquet of chlorophyl. I noticed the perfect heart...
Their eyes wide with wonder, the children watched as I made them hot cocoa. Then, they sat and savored their warm beverages, each choosing precisely when to eat their marshmallows. Some saved them until the end and others couldn't wait that long and picked them...
I sat on the beach and watched the waves form, crest and then roll steadily towards the shore, leaving their mark on the sandcastles before retreating back into the ocean. The kids played alongside the water while doing their own repetitive work of building, tearing...
My Dear Chesed Joy, Today you are eleven! And what a way to begin the celebration of your birth than your baptism yesterday, which is the celebration of your new birth in Jesus. I am grateful for your public profession of faith which strengthens my own...
It was a lazy Saturday and we were about to leave the house to join some neighbors on an apple picking trip. I asked my daughter Abigail to bring her bunny Fuzzy inside so that we could head out. A few moments later, I heard...
His crime was a common one among young siblings. He had called his sister a name. His consequence was writing sentences. For my newly-minted six year old, writing "I will not call my sister __________" ten times seemed as insurmountable as climbing Mount Everest. A predictable...
I padded across the bright green carpet of my backyard, my eyes set on the tree house my husband and father built with the help of several strong and willing neighbors a handful of years ago, when my youngest was still in diapers and my...
Coffee in hand, I walked into our sun porch which is also my younger kids play room which is also where I like to have time alone in the mornings before the kids wake up. Each morning when I enter the room, I notice creations...