Paxten loved them both. He loved scary-looking figurines with spiky skin and buggy eyes. He loved Spiderman and his wall-climbing, crime-fighting expertise. And he loved firefighters too. (Especially the one he called "Daddy.") Yep, Paxten was 100% 3 year old boy--right up to the day he died five years ago from a monster named cancer that all the superhero doctors combined just could not defeat.
He would have been a third grader this year. I sure do miss that little guy.
Aileen Mitchell Lawrimore is a mother x 3, wife x 28 (years not men), minister, speaker, writer, retreat leader, and lover of beagles and books. She has a lot to say.
Still "Don't Know Beans about Praying"
Vulnerability in the Body of Christ*
Being Church: Loving Senior Adults
From Suffering to Hope: The Life of Joyce Lawrimore
RIP Joyce Lawrimore
On being attacked by a dog
Customer Service--Moccasin Style
7 of my Favorite Teachers