I'm embarrassed and, even more than embarrassed, but ashamed to admit that when we began considering different special needs, parenting a child with a limb difference(s) terrified me. How would we do things like go fishing with Derek's family? Or playing the piano like my family? Guitar like his dad? Using utensils? School? Bullying? And …
The Top of Our Fridge
When Derek and I were dating and first married, we would rotate where we would have Sunday dinner every week after church--either his parents' house or mine. After dinner, regardless of whose side of the family we ate with, we would close dinner with devotions. Derek was usually the one to get the Bible for …
our simple life 