When our family began the journey to clean(er) eating, I started examining the staples we kept in the pantry. Much to my dismay, pre-packaged granola bars had several ingredients that I wasn’t happy with. [...]
In 2011, we reconnected and started writing letters to one another that gradually shifted from platonic pleasantries to romantic odes reminiscent of the stuff in movies. [...]
I went to Braum’s for milk and eggs and cried over the receipt in the car because the total was more than I expected—eggs had gone up. A dozen eggs was now more than a gallon of milk and I hadn’t noticed before. [...]
But then I looked up and saw the face of the two men that were there for me. They had the same eyes as the puppy I held in my chair all those years. They had the eyes of friendship. True friendship. [...]
My process started with a LOT of tears and feeling really stupid and ashamed for buying maternity clothes and doodling baby names on my notebook at work. [...]
I often hear people say that Jeff died long before his time. Now, I think not. He died long before I wanted, but he changed lives in 9 1/2 years. [...]