Remember building forts? You collected all the blankets you could find and strategically placed them over tables and chairs. You found a flashlight or a string of lights and a few of your favorite things.
Her dad received a gift and her heart snapped a photo. A bag that brought giggles and tears, a gift that ultimately and unknowingly guided Mandi’s healing.
I remember my first lie. Whew, that’s a powerful statement and makes me sound like some kind of serial liar. I’m definitely not ;-) Honestly I feel like I can count a lifetime of lies on one hand. Maybe that’s why I remember them so vividly.
Day one or one day.
How does one even begin a blog?
Do I start with who I am today? Who I was 5 years ago? Who I was 49 years ago? Do I even make this about me?