Written on January 28, 2017
One year ago, very early in the morning, she walked through the house, stood in her room one last time, sighed and headed for the van. Dad intercepted before we all loaded up for the trek to Nebraska where she would enter the Carmel. She was definitely not our most lovey-dovey kid, nor a big sharer of her feelings or self. She was actually quite stubborn and fiesty from in utero until pretty much the week before this. The emotions and the enormity of her vocation took over though. I got my big hug and breakdown the night before. I will never forget the look on her face. Love, forgiveness, fear, thanksgiving, an understanding between us of what was about to happen.
I’ve thought about sharing her story all year, even setting up a blog. I think I will try do it here.
It’s not the most flattering picture, but it captures what we were all feeling very well.