I’ll refrain from saying “I told you so.” When we opted to wait until the delivery room to discover Little One’s gender, we were met with a variety of reactions,…
Tag: <span>joy</span>
I stubbed my little toe the other week. It broke. It broke in that kind of blood blister-purple-yellow-green-red polka dot kind of way. I wore my crocs everywhere for ten…
I think of the child playing in the sand, a few feet from the ocean wave’s reach. The child whose fingers form the hourglass for sand and minutes to trickle…
Little Friend gave me a birthday present this morning as she wandered out of her bedroom, footsteps still dragging in the sands of sleep and tousled hair stuck to eye…