Mid-May already…I honestly can’t believe it. I swear it was just yesterday that I turned the calendar over and yet here we are on the downhill stretch of the month. I love the month of May and I’ll be honest - May of 2019 has fallen a little short of my expectations of flower planting, getting some color on my pasty white Irish skin, nights spent out in the front yard watching the dogs play and sipping a Tito’s with my Rob. But I remain ever optimistic that there are warmer, sunnier, brighter days in the future. Cheers to that!
I had originally planned to write about kids coming home from school and how as parents and caregivers we endure the change to our routine. And how are little gooses can endure their introduction back into rules and chores and being a part of the family. And that will come at a later point in time. But not today.
I’ve said it before that having the opportunity to tell someone’s story is pretty awesome. A gift for someone such as myself. And I have had many an opportunity to take someone’s story and string some words together and give voice to what they’ve been through. Breathe life into their journey in a way so that we all hopefully take a little something away from it that makes us better people. And this story - well, I hope it does the same.
This is the story of our Honor.