A poem: Love is a shadow when we feel alone. Love is a line held fast to a stone.
In the moment, something unexpected feels heavy, scary, and stressful. We undergo a rainbow of emotions, a plethora of thoughts, and seconds or minutes of total blankness. But when the episode is over and the fog thins, there’s little left to do but breathe,… Continue Reading “Locked Out”
Jameson is in a Mommy and Me gymnastics class that meets once a week for about 50 minutes. This is our second round in the class after taking the month of January off due to illness (Ben and I were down for the count… Continue Reading “Mommy and Me Gymnastics”
There’s something relaxing and almost nostalgic about wrapping your hands around a warm mug and looping your fingers through the handle.