The Title Is Here: Learning Your Children's Names Again
Today, I’m revealing the title and cover of my memoir: “Learning Your Children’s Names Again: A Memoir of Love, Brain Surgery, and the Miracles in Between.”
read onToday, I’m revealing the title and cover of my memoir: “Learning Your Children’s Names Again: A Memoir of Love, Brain Surgery, and the Miracles in Between.”
read on<love.b[e|u]ty> = !i[be]hold;
you? o[h]!
>mat(t)ers:me :: wot(u)think
love~me? <<love::me?>> = y[e|s]!
if(life){ long_time::true }
teach => [sp!rit.love]
+new//respon$ibility
-pain.past
++thought:new.way;
::discipline++;
[special]=U!
i=am?
compre[hend] = (diff!cult)
comfort==u[in_rock(kin)g_world]
@storm:sin
stabil!ty::[mind*soul] => def(sure)
Five years. I can hardly believe I’m writing these words. Five years since that terrifying February when our world turned upside down. Five years since brain surgery, since watching Jenney relearn our children’s names, since those endless nights in the ICU. And we just received the news we’ve been praying for – Jenney is officially cancer free, no more scans needed, just annual visits. Praise God!
read onBased on a dream from January 2010
read onRecently, I found myself flipping through my journals from the past year. What caught my attention wasn’t just the content of my entries, but something more subtle yet equally revealing: the dramatic evolution of my handwriting. This observation led me down an fascinating path of analytical exploration.
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