I ended up back in the hospital over vacation*** Continue reading
For it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child himself.
Spending time with my dearest daughter** made my night. While I haven’t seen her in two weeks, not terribly motherly of me, I did try to ask good questions before our exercise class– Continue reading
All 4 feet of my four-year-old cousin snags my hand (FIVE years ol’! she’ll correct) and pulls me across a sidewalk, down some stairs, and through a break in the fence. I glance at my smiling toes in the sand. Shiny shells. Tire tracks
Wanna play the lava game? I propose. She dashes ahead leaving giggles in her wake. Our feet tumble along the imprints as we keep within the lines despite tempting shells and curly reeds. But to no avail. An acorn.