The Stories of June
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There's nothing I love better than a well-told story. Seriously nothing. And June has been filled with them. True stories shared over coffee and Tres Leches French toast. True stories lived...like the one where my baby boy got his driver's permit, the one where Dan and I hosted a church in our house, which then meant that I got to tell this living room congregation stories about Jesus and the Good Samaritan, and Mother Teresa, and Desmond Doss and Reverend James Reev. Oh...and the Very Hungry Caterpillar. It's what we do now. For the last two weeks Moses has been rehearsing the story of Matilda with other kids his age in drama camp. I bought a school uniform for the first time because he needs it to play one of the revolting children tomorrow night (Friday). Not only has he been able to stay connected with two of his friends from school through this, but the daughter of a friend I met in preschool and shared most of my childhood spending time with is in the pl...