by Emily P Freeman | Feb 10, 2011 | family
Every afternoon, we walk. And most of the time, I hear myself telling him Hurry up, we’re gonna be late. We don’t want to keep the girls waiting. And his legs, growing for only a little over four years, quicken for a few steps. But then he sees a stick or...
by Emily P Freeman | Dec 9, 2010 | breathe, family
The world doesn’t cater to healing. It all spins way too fast. Bodies need time while the world wants on time, and the need for healing gets lost under the assembly line conveyor belt. The IV drips consistent next to his bed. There is no rushing there....
by Emily P Freeman | Dec 7, 2010 | faith, family
Expectation is an interesting word. It doesn’t have just one feel about it. It is both Christmas morning child-like hope and also heavy-handed with a stern eye and a smirk. Yesterday I wrote about how often times the best joys are those that weren’t...
by Emily P Freeman | Dec 4, 2010 | faith, family
And so, they wait. They watch the sky with their dancing brown eyes and wonder when she will open up the storage house for the first time this season. They stare hard at dark trees to see if they can make out any white, even a little. They want to have a cup of cheer...
by Emily P Freeman | Sep 22, 2010 | family
Every weekday morning, we get up and move through the lunch-making, hair-brushing, shoe-tying routine. Around 7:40, my girls and I set out into the cool morning air to meet our neighbors at the bottom of the hill, I in my tennis shoes holding steaming cup, the girls...
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