The Shenanigans of Sherry

6:30 AM:  I was woke up from a sound sleep by my phone vibrating.  It was my husband.  The early riser that he is, he had left for work over an hour earlier.  It was Saturday.  I was groggy and trying to shake sleepiness, still, I could tell by his voice he was upset.  I heard the words,"hollow tree", "splintered", "died".  I sat on the edge of the bed, in shock. Only 46 years old. It was too much to understand. There was a pause in my world while I let this sink in.  My husband had just lost one of the dearest people in his life.  I wept. My husband came home soon after and that afternoon we took a drive.  We shared moments of silence and moments of laughter remembering this amazing man and friend I always called "The Lumberjack".  This loss was going to leave a mark, a hole forever in our hearts.  I tried to picture his last minutes on the earth, imagine the scene and see them in my head just how I had been told the events ...

 I was flipping through a random catalog the other day, while riding in the car with my husband.  In there, I spotted a silver necklace.  The charm on the chain was two half spheres lying one on top of the another.  When the top half of the sphere is lifted you can then see little- robin egg blue- beads inside.  You  had the option to order up to four beads which represents the "birds" in your "nest".  I said to my husband, "OH!  I need one of these with two little birds in the nest!" He sweetly replied, "Hunny, we don't have any birds left in our nest, so we will have to get you the empty one".  Sadly, he was right.  Or, almost. Raising my boys, somewhere in the back of my mind I knew this day would come.  After all, I had spent many hours teaching them how to become men.  How to handle money.  How to be great husbands. I taught them about character and integrity. I taught them about Jesus.  I told them how I pr...