I entered the fall of 2003 more emotionally depleted than I thought possible. That summer I had juggled the joy, anticipation and proper sorrow of our youngest daughter’s preparation and departure for college along with the deeply difficult decisions surrounding the needs for help of her older sister, a prodigal. Within a two-week span in late August we celebrated the adventure of college with one and mourned the admittance into rehab with the other.
All is Well
All is Well
All is Well
I entered the fall of 2003 more emotionally depleted than I thought possible. That summer I had juggled the joy, anticipation and proper sorrow of our youngest daughter’s preparation and departure for college along with the deeply difficult decisions surrounding the needs for help of her older sister, a prodigal. Within a two-week span in late August we celebrated the adventure of college with one and mourned the admittance into rehab with the other.