Note:  Sarah said to tell you how much she enjoyed reading the advice you all left in the recent post about her 17th birthday.  She and I sat for a while last night and discussed the comments and the wisdom that was shared. Thanks so much!)  And speaking of Sarah, we can’t get into today’s post without a First Day of 11th Grade Picture, now…

Since we already had Sarah’s official birthday celebration (the Tea Party, which I will finish telling you about on Monday) we had just a small gathering at our house on her actual birthday.  Miss Sarah, the Seventeen Year Old.…

Today we are celebrating Sarah’s seventeenth birthday! Yes, I really did say seventeen.  And no, I can’t believe it either. There was a time in our lives when we never dared dream that we would get to celebrate this milestone.  In fact, Trine, a faithful, long time reader from Denmark, recently reminded me of a post I had written on that very subject way back…

Today I am finally getting up the courage to write about Snowy’s funeral.  I invite you to get a Kleenex and take the journey with me.  Last Wednesday, when the vet arrived at our home, she was carrying with her a cloth bag that the mother of one of her colleagues makes for every pet the animal clinic puts to sleep. That small act of…