Storm

I underestimate the power of sisters.  Or maybe it’s just the close age difference.  Or maybe I just underestimate my girls.  No matter which way it is, I often find myself blindsided by their love for each other, especially since I see them bicker and fight like no one's business.  This morning was one of the shocking moments.  We told the girls that we are considering taking Kacy, our middle daughter, out of school and homeschooling her.  I expected the reaction to be one of relief and excitement on Kacy’s part and indifference from the other two.  Cameron, our youngest who just started k

Today, August 7th.  Just another day for most.  Not for us though.  Today is a day forever seared in my family’s memory.  It’s been four years and still I miss her so much that I actually feel sick if I think too deeply.  She is my daughter’s best friend, Marissa.  From the first day of first grade, Storm bumped into her at the teacher’s desk and they were the kind of best friends that would make grown women jealous.  The girls were always together in school.  They understood each other without needing to speak.  After almost five months, we even discovered that their grandparents are first