In my last post, I mentioned a story I wanted to tell. It’s a story about Story.

About a week ago, Story had a huge crying meltdown that lasted for a while due to her disappointment over not getting to play Nerf football in the rec room with the boys during a break from homeschool.

Two books have begun to stitch me up inside. The change feels subtle but real.

Two people dear to me, my sister Holly and my friend Ellen, sent me these two books in the mail a couple months ago, both for very different reasons. I have learned through Annie to accept whatever comes to teach me, from wherever it comes.