Perspective

We’ve had a long week over here on Grace St. All weeks are long, but this one was extra long. It all started with a runny nose, which turned into a fever, which turned into four skipped naps and multiple night wakings, which turned in to frayed nerves, short patience, and lots of moments when

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What do we call this? A rebuilding year?

When we went to the Virginia Tech game in Pittsburgh a few weeks ago, we sat with Pittsburgh fans. The Pittsburgh had so much to cheer about that David remembered how to clap during the game. Last week Tom held David while he watched VT play Cinncinnati, and he learned to yell at the television. At least

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It’s only football

It’s only football

I’ve only just begun recapping our vacation, but I have to take a quick break because we were on the road again last weekend. This blog generally runs a week or two behind real life, except when real life intersects with current events, like Virginia Tech football. We went to Pittsburgh for the Virginia Tech

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Tom and I watched the Virginia Tech season opener with his family at Smith Mountain Lake. It was Berkley Grace’s first Hokie game. I remember David’s first game well. This is a photo of Steve and me making pizza dough together before the game. I’m posting it because Steve was the only one not wearing

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Hokie Nation

All my friends’ Facebook statuses say neVer forgeT, as if anyone ever could. It’s been five years, and thinking about this day still makes my stomach feel heavy. I remember almost every minute of April 16, 2007 and the days following. I was in my car, driving to campus when I heard Nikki Giovanni make

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Geaux Hokies!

Geaux Hokies!

I bought David this onesie specifically for the Sugar Bowl. The only clothing we bought before David’s arrival was Virginia Tech clothes. We didn’t know if he was a boy or a girl and we didn’t want to invest too much in baby clothes. Good thing maroon and orange are gender neutral. I did the

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Puppy dawgs

When I went off to college as an impressionable, uncertain 17-year old, God was so good to put me in a dorm smack dab in the middle of some amazing girls. We became quick and necessary friends. The hallmark of our group was our obnoxious use of the term “dawg”. I say obnoxious because we

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