Wednesday. Wednesday was a terrible, no-good, very bad day. Well. Maybe not no-good. But the children were amok. It started out earlier than it should have. In the wee small hours. With a …
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The Good Stuff
You are the one who knows the needy cry from the mad cry from the scared cry. You are the wiper of the counter. Of the tears. And of his bum. And …
"Can I undo it after the news is over?" he asked. My hands were sticky with molding paste as I mussed up his generally unfussed-over head. "Sure. It's your hair." I …
It had been a day for him. And so, for us, too. A day with far too little patience packed in. A day with far too many tears. And by …
"It was like I blinked, and he was 20," She said to me. I was in the checkout at Old Navy and the woman behind me, admiring my littlest as he …
Thirty-three years. I feel I've been pretty lucky in this life. To have health. And happiness. And to know some pretty lovely, special people. And to celebrate some really outstanding birthdays. And this …
That moment when the baby rests his head upon my shoulder. As I sit with him in the corner of his room. After the day has settled into every inch …
He's 6. Gosh. Six years old, our baby is. Six. On the sixth. It's his golden day. And man, does the boy have a special shine to him. I held him, just yesterday, …
Before I had kids, I can remember talking to some parents and thinking, "gosh. If you have so much to complain about, maybe you shouldn't have had kids." When they …
From the very beginning, we loved you. And we knew, more than ever, what a gift it was to carry a child. Your accomodations in me were no longer fit for a …
