Jare-Bear
If you read my last blog, you might recall a story of my nephew racing me to my mailbox when he was 4 and I was about 7 months pregnant with Joshua. It started one of my pre-term labors, which was my fault, but Jared, even as an adult, always remembered "Aunt Tori raced me and had to go to the hospital." He also remembers winning because he was 4 and needed a win, so I hobbled and wobbled and he won. :) I called him Jare-Bear...probably because it rhymed and he always seemed to like the nickname. He's stored as "Jare-Bear" in my phone. He was my only nephew, and he died February 3, 2021 in a motorcycle accident. We last saw him in August at my niece, his sister's, wedding. On his way out of town, he brought his wife, Morgan, and baby girl, Eva, to spend 1 night with us and his cousins. We talked and talked, and we sat on the porch with guitars and voices and praised the Lord. That is a memory that we and his cousins...