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
The day starts way too early as I wish I could sleep until I was no longer tired. I know the day will be starting with a cup of tea if I am lucky and then be followed by the herding of cats that is getting Aidan and Quinlan ready to go to school. After […] . . . → Read More: Just Write (1)
I have two pictures on my mantle of Quinlan and Aidan, they were taken on the first day of preschool last year. Both boys are happy, laughing and looking at each other. I look at these two pictures and I marvel at how much they have changed in the last year and a half.
Aidan is […] . . . → Read More: Quinlan and Aidan
Today in the life of Anthony, Aidan , Quinlan and me.
6 am: Anthony gets up.
6:30 am: Quinlan gets up and calls for “Mommy-daddy” “Hello Aidan”
6:35 am: Anthony get Quinlan and brings him into the room to get changed. Quinlan says “Good Morning Mommy. Mommy awake?”
6:40 am: Quinlan and Anthony get up.
7:30 am Aidan gets up […] . . . → Read More: A Day in the Life