the secret to keeping the wonder

Every afternoon, we walk. And most of the time, I hear myself telling him Hurry up, we’re gonna be late. We don’t want to keep the girls waiting. And his legs, growing for only a little over four years, quicken for a few steps. But then he sees a stick or...

a time to heal

The world doesn’t cater to healing. It all spins way too fast. Bodies need time while the world wants on time, and the need for healing gets lost under the assembly line conveyor belt. The IV drips consistent next to his bed. There is no rushing there....

for when you don’t live up

Expectation is an interesting word. It doesn’t have just one feel about it. It is both Christmas morning child-like hope and also heavy-handed with a stern eye and a smirk. Yesterday I wrote about how often times the best joys are those that weren’t...

we wait together

And so, they wait. They watch the sky with their dancing brown eyes and wonder when she will open up the storage house for the first time this season. They stare hard at dark trees to see if they can make out any white, even a little. They want to have a cup of cheer...

embracing the now normal

Every weekday morning, we get up and move through the lunch-making, hair-brushing, shoe-tying routine. Around 7:40, my girls and I set out into the cool morning air to meet our neighbors at the bottom of the hill, I in my tennis shoes holding steaming cup, the girls...