"The bitterest tears shed over a grave are of words left unsaid and deeds left undone." ~Harriet Beecher Stowe My adult children every once in a while relay stories of their childhood that make me think "Was I even there?" I'm pretty sure they made some of it up. They ask me things about their childhood and I just shrug and say "Sorry, if it's not in the photo album I don't remember ." Of course as I see them raise their young families and do all these amazing things, I think: "If only I would have..." "I wish I could have..." "I meant to..." But then I shake it off and remember how our parents used to let us roam the neighborhood all day, knowing we'd be home when it got dark, or we got hungry, and we all survived. They also let us play on the metal 'spider web' on the playground (no net), ride our bikes (no helmets), or lay up in the back window of the car on road trips (no seatbelts). As a gr...
encouraging small acts of love to make a difference in this world