Wednesday, October 19, 2011


Shortly after my twenty-two year-old mother brought my oldest sister, Stacie, home from the hospital, she walked into the living room to introduce her new baby to my Great-Great Grandmother.

Why, Sharon, she whispered. You're a millionaire.

How so, Grandmother?, my mother replied - knowing that the limited funds in the bank indicated a very, very different story.

Look at that baby in your arms. Would you trade her for a million dollars?

Never, my mother replied.


Richer than I ever imagined,

Momma to Jack, Max, Lincoln, and Whit

1 comment:

  1. I just melted. Beautiful words. Crazy adorable picture.