And so, another year has passed.
It is pretty much imponderable how much different my life would have been were it not for Sheryl’s mother, Laurina. Her blessings and support as Sheryl and I began our life together proved immeasurably helpful.
I always chuckle at one of the stories Sheryl tells, of when we were young and far from home and homesick and perhaps not always seeing eye to eye. Her mom would tell her, “No, I’m not sending you the money to come home. You won’t be here for even 2 weeks before you’ll be asking for the money to go back. Just stay there and work things out.” And we have. Thanks, Laurina.
