The Month of Lasts
Photo Credit @Bethanyjaynephotography There are three kinds of lasts. The kind you don't know are the last. The kind you suspect might be. And the kind you know without a doubt are coming. To this day I don't know when the last time was that we went through the whole bedtime routine...stories, prayers, kisses on foreheads. It was never intentional. It just faded slowly. I'm not sure when the boys stopped playing with the Thomas the Tank Engine set or watching Daniel Tiger's neighborhood. I didn't know I was closing a chapter when we sat at our last Little League game. The boys just never played again. photo credit Emily Strunk I didn't know when I cleaned up and locked the children's church classroom in early 2020 that I would never be having children's church in there again and that ministry from that week forward would look forever changed. I didn't know when we were celebrating our last Christmas with Susan. Or when I was speaking to Pastor Dav...