You'll always know, dear, how much I love you. Because I'll tell you every day.
Sometimes, I marvel at the irony of its smallness, wondering how a hand so small can hold so much.
While I certainly collected my fair share of business cards, the restaurant industry ended up prepping me for my current position in ways I never saw coming…
My baby isn't made for diving in to anything, at least not right now. He needs to think about things, weigh his options, get a feel for the people, and then decide.
We knew there was a storm brewing from the moment my daughter woke up. Crabby isn’t the right word. We’ll call it “off,” just not right. It was a walking on eggshells kind of day.
Who cares if I cling, just a bit, to his babyhood?
I considered his tantrum and I know, as I knew when it was happening, that he just felt helpless.
Last week, I watched my husband become a father.
Maybe I was the only one who cared about Tiny because I feared that if Tiny left, it would take my last baby with it.
His room is dark. Discarded books are piled on the nightstand, his empty cup on top. I whisper that it’s time for our song, and he snuggles into position. I …