The boys came home this weekend to attend a family memorial service for a loved one who passed away, suddenly and way too young. A very fast and aggressive cancer. We are still in shock.
It is at moments like this that we are reminded of the words from Psalm 90: Lord, teach us to number our days.
Our days are precious. I find myself telling my family members that I love them whenever I see them. I don't turn down a chance to spend time with them. And I try to create happy memories, even in the midst of sad times.
So yesterday, the day after the memorial, I told the guys "It's a nice day. Let's go do something fun."
I've been living here for nine years now, and I have passed The Creature Conservancy just down the road hundreds of times, always telling myself "I should go there one day."
That day finally came. And it was lovely. The boys all said "You've had this zoo right in your backyard the whole time!"
They may all be adults now, but they did not pass up a chance to see the animals and get ice cream afterward. Some things are ageless.
It felt strange to say "What a nice weekend!" And still, it was.
A time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn, and a time to dance.











































