August 2007
What is it about little boys and hiding? I’ve never officially lost Micah in a store, but there have been many occasions when he has hidden in a clothing rack in front of me. I call his name quietly, assuming he’s right behind me.  Silence. 

Last year at this time (September) our little son Brock was barely five months old. He was completely satisfied with gazing into his mother’s eyes while nursing. The beauty and solitude of Hume Lake wasn’t even a concern in his dependent world. This year, however,