by Nikki
It was nearing midnight as we sat across the table from each other. Eyes bloodshot from ugly crying, voices hoarse from worshipping and the neon waffle house sign glowing outside the window. Our little group was a ragtag one, just learning how to lead & do life together. His steely blue eyes had this twinkle …
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by Nikki
It’s been 8 years today since my father passed away. The sting of death has diminished quite a bit, but I don’t think it gets easier, it’s just different. A tinge of grief hits me whenever my kids reach new milestones. I think about the way he loved them so well when they were little.
by Nikki
We love everything about Nebraska, with its family friendly atmosphere & down to earth, unassuming people. You could be standing next to a millionaire in the Runza line and not even know it. They would probably offer to hold the door or acknowledge you with a one finger wave (the cordial kind, not the road …
