It has been quite an exciting month around our house. My oldest daughter, Shelby, graduated from Indiana University, and middle daughter, Abby, graduated from high school.
Son, Alex, is heading into his junior year at Purdue, and the babies, Hudson and Phoebe, are going into second and third grades.
I don’t often use the kids’ names in my column, but today I decided to put them out there as “real” people instead of simply “son” or “daughter.”
Nearly twenty-three years ago, when Shelby Danielle was just an infant, we lived in Chattanooga. Those were good days when money was short, nights with a baby were long, and love was in great supply. One evening, I had her propped on the couch because she loved to sit up and look around.