If I could travel in time… forward or back, to anytime future or past, it would be easy for me to choose which time.

I would choose to relive one day in the summer when my boys were 3 and 4 years old. We would walk through the cemetary behind our house in Berry Hill… and I would get to listen to their sweet little voices. I can’t begin to express the bittersweet, fleeting precious time it was.
Writing about my boys is absolutely the hardest thing to write about. It is like walking naked and skinless down a busy city street.

I remember Hope having a similar sentiment about her 2 boys.

I wonder how many people have this feeling, too.

– Chad