Three weeks ago, as most of you know, our son was in a horrible car accident, where his uncle was killed and his aunt was critically injured. As a result, our lives have changed. That may sound like a dramatic statement, and it probably is, but our family is changed, and I think it's for the better. God really used this incident to grow us closer, to slow us down, and to make us all realize what is really important in this life. It has birthed a tenderness amongst my children with their siblings that is so sweet to watch. Yes, they still bicker, but they are much more intentional about finding ways to show eachother that they love one another.
Kenzie, my almost 13 year old, as we were visiting at bedtime, "I'm so proud to be a part of this family." Thank you, Jesus, for showing her Your love and faithfulness through our family. Colton, my 11 year old, hugs us all a little tighter now; he asks alot about what Uncle Jay's doing in Heaven and has a spirit of thankfulness about all of his relationships that is new. Work and social stuff doesn't seem as urgent as it used to. Yes, I have time to read that book or snuggle some more before bed. We have had some amazing and tough conversations through all of this, and although I wouldn't ever choose to walk this path, I'm so thankful to see what God is doing in all of us through it all. So, if we seem a little different, we are. Thanks for walking with us through this storm.
Decisions, decisions, should I stay or should I go...she went, and she scored, btw. 
