My son Al

June 28th, 1995 was a Wednesday.  My contractions had started before the sun came up and at the hospital the midwives were waiting to help me through labor.  Albert Louis Schuitema was born that afternoon.  His eyes were so dark they were almost black.  Looking into them, I fell into a universe soft with love.…

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Transitions

My oldest son left for a week yesterday.  He’s vacationing with a friend and his family, people I really care about but don’t reach out to enough.  I had tears in my eyes when he left, even though it isn’t “cool” to miss your teenager. (especially when it’s only for a week)  He bring so…

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