87. That was it. 87. No more. His condition was too bad. He was too far gone. 87 years was all he was going to get. It’s what everyone thought — except for Mom. She was determined he was going to live. He was going to be OK. As it turns out, she was right. …
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An Open Letter to My Dad on His 88th Birthday
Dear Dad, If I’m completely honest, this time last year I didn’t think you would be here to see this day. All my life, I assumed that you would live to be in your late 90s, strong and healthy as an ox, just like Grandma and Grandpa. All my dreams and assumptions about that came…
The Twilight of Childhood: Celebrating Andrew’s 12th Birthday
It’s a hard time of life. You’re not a “little kid” anymore but you’re not a teenager, either. They call them the “tween years,” which I think means you are lost somewhere between the whacky childhood years and the chaotic teen years. Whatever it is, today our Andrew officially enters his last year of the…
On Jacob’s 18th Birthday
There is that first time you hold your newborn child that redefines who you are. Wrapped tightly in the little blanket, knit hat on head, eyes tightly shut, feeble and helpless. Though the last two adjectives can also be used to describe the feeling of being a new dad, it is the child in your…
Happy 5th Birthday, Andrew!
I’m writing these little letters way too frequently, but what an incredible joy to see my boys grow! Andrew, I cannot tell you how much I love you. You are…all boy! That’s a good thing, though, because even though so much goes along with it that is less than pleasant, I’ll take it all because…
Mother’s Day and More
Today is a very special day because we honor our mothers, and so to all moms we say thank you and we love you. For my own mom, it is especially unique. It was on this specific day…Mother’s Day…in 1955 that my mother gave birth to my oldest brother, Charles Silas Price, Jr. It would…
My Little Boy’s Day
Awakened to the chaos this morning that is my household: two dogs barking to go outside and two kids engaged in the epic struggle of the love-hate relationship they have with each other called brotherhood. The difference today? The battle involved a nine year-old and a THREE year-old. Andrew has left the terrible two’s and…
Pushing 40
This Saturday, I officially turn 40. I use the term “turn” intentionally because I’ve been “pushing” 40 and, unfortunately, it’s been pushing back pretty hard. I don’t think I want to “hit” 40 for fear of what might happen. I’ve spent the last three days in the hospital with acute sinusitis. Very painful ailment, I might…
