I see his small hand in mine and feel the warmth. Sometimes he grabs my hand, but now it is mostly me that is holding on for dear life. I hold on because he is my baby, the last of my babies. I hold on for fear, I hold on for warmth, I hold […] . . . → Read More: Just Write (2): Hands
It is so hard to believe that school is into its second month. Halloween and Quinlan’s birthday are just around the corner and today is the first real rain we’ve had since July. All so hard to believe, it is like I am living in a world that is on fast forward.
I know that living […] . . . → Read More: Fall and Life on Fastforward