Twelve

Twelve years, and your hair grays at the temples, shrinks from your forehead yet your eyes smile blue— summer shot with gold— and my heart still beats a song when your face sky lifts in laughter. Today I’m grateful for: 2591. My husband 2592. Twelve years on...

Love Covers

Ten years ago this week, Doug and I were married. On the day of our wedding, the readerboard outside our church said, “Love Covers A Multitude of Sins.” Underneath that was a pink construction paper heart and the words, “Congratulations Kimberlee and Doug!” Doug...