This morning when he kissed me goodbye he whispered in my ear, “It snowed.” and I could hear a little boy in his voice.
When I crawled out of bed and came downstairs I saw the thin dusting of white in the yard. Everything pristine and silent.
This snow will be melted by midday, but our child-hearts will hold that quiet excitement until tomorrow.
My Locker Room Epiphany
How Finding Nemo Gave Me Hope.
The House that Built Me.
A Curse for This Town; What a Beautiful Town
Words to Places; Scents to Memories
Move Around - Around - Around - Around
Why I hate going to public pools and the beach.
Spring and Such