I grumble a lot. Complaints come out of my mouth way to much but the amount of griping that goes on in my head is ridiculous. Completely out of control, a disease eating away at gratitude. The worst part is I hardly even notice. I pick the moments of gratitude and I gloss over all...
I sent him those words, him trudging in snow, willing to serve, hoping to fly. I found them in a bookstore, etched into smooth metal, sent it to slip between sacred sheets of paper. Those words they have echoed on, and on… through sickness and health, separation and reunion, good times and bad, four kids...
His my first. The first one we came up with. The first one bestowed upon us. The first one who pressed through and was laid into my arms. He appeared and was ready for everything the world might throw at him. He seemed not to need me except for sustenance. Father was his obsession and...
We will be ten years this summer and the day of hearts and love is now upon us. I can’t untangle it all. I can’t get through his birthday anymore without crying out a mess all over the kitchen. My man’s birthday, the day we made him, when his short life began. And now St....
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