Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break. ~Shakespeare, Macbeth

I am trying to live in gratefulness while grief is nearby. Sadness about my mom’s health and my dad’s health and Amy’s future is an undercurrent all the time; I am thankful that it mostly stays babbling beneath the surface.

Me and the kids went to KC for a baby shower in honor of Missy. Coming back home after a quick weekend at my parents house was heart wrenching this time. I’m sad for what is, what is to come, what will end and what may never be.

At the same time, I am grateful for so much. Both/and rather than either/or.

I’m thankful that my kids get to play at my parents’ house, where I grew up, and that my parents get to watch them be kids.


For the Kansas sun set, of course.


For cousin time in their grandparents’ house.


For a visit with lifelong friends of my mom and dad. These are the kinds of visits with the kind of people that have defined me. As a kid, I loved to sit and listen to my parents talk with their friends- it relaxed me and taught me so much: how to love, respect, laugh, and certainly how to be an old school catholic democrat. And most of all it taught me how true friendship lasts. Because look who is here when all is not well:



And so glad that our little baby Leibbrandt is coming along so well with her mama taking such good care of her.


And for such a lovely shower for them.


And for watching my mom enjoy herself and really rally for time with dear friends/family.


I didn’t get a picture of Alli but meant to while we sat together to catch up at their hotel bar. I have a profound gratefulness for her and her mom and Addie coming to KC for this weekend. They showed up and helped fill the time with love and strength of family. I treasure Alli as a sister-in-law for her rock solidness. Wow are we lucky to have them.

And for watching Grace enjoy listening to these lovely people just as much as I did at her age. Oh will she learn so much! And for Aunt Missy. It is beyond words what that bond means to us, it almost hurts when I think how lucky Grace is to share such love with her aunt.


And for how these three did their own kid thing much of the time at a shower for a bunch of women. They were dolls.


In all, so much to be glad about while sadness comes along too.

You take the good, you take the bad, you take ’em both and there you have, the facts of life…