A month ago our family returned from a lovely trip to the Disney World area of Florida. We all went together to celebrate our 40th wedding anniversary. It was blazing hot, the lines in the parks were unbelievably long, but in the end we'd all say we had barrels of fun. It was a wonderful memory-making adventure, to be sure. Since then I've thought a lot about the man behind the Disney phenomenon. Can you imagine that day so many years ago when an ambitious, young man sat down
I am currently in celebration mode. Just one week ago, son Caleb had an accident. A fluke accident. An accident that has no good explanation. He and his buddy were out in the evening flying their powered parachutes, just like they'd done many times before. There was no pilot error, no equipment failure, no dangerous weather conditions. Caleb began turning slowly to the right, and half of his parachute folded up into itself. 500+ feet in altitude. Five seconds of spiraling dow
Although it's a bright new day and the start of a brand new week, I woke up feeling tired and oddly "off." Maybe I tossed and turned too much throughout the night, not falling into enough deep sleep cycles. Perhaps I snored too much, impeding my ability to get enough refreshing rest. My husband regularly assures me this is the case. Maybe all those wild dreams aren't conducive to a good night's rest. Perhaps my brain at 3 AM says, "I can see you're trying to sleep, so I would
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