Today would have been Cole’s 23rd birthday. He’s celebrating in heaven this year – no doubt with his warm eyes all crinkled up as his bright smile beams. I sure do miss him, but what he deposited in my life can’t be measured and it can’t be stolen. He’s deep in my heart and all through me. I wrote this post several years ago, but wanted to share it again in honor of this special day.
Cola Pop, You changed my everything and I am eternally grateful. Happy first birthday in heaven! Love always, Mom
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39
A few posts ago, I shared about the relentless grace of God at one point in my life and alluded to another. This is about that time.
At 19, I married Sean. We’d known each other as kids and reconnected at his sister’s wedding, which my dad did the ceremony for. I remember standing in the kitchen that night telling my mom he would be fun to party with. I’m sure she was thrilled.
And party, we did. But not quite in the fun way the word implies. There were many late nights with paranoid people in hotel…
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