Yesterday my two eldest picked up their high school schedules, and today my youngest received hers. We walked through the halls of the middle school, locating classrooms, figuring out locker combinations, comparing schedules to Julia’s friends. Sigh....
My father took these pictures of me when I was four and five years old, some difficult years. Seeing them again make me sad and happy all at once. Sad because I see how very young I was when I faced adult-sized trials. Happy because I still can’t believe Jesus...
