(To my) dear son

Dear Son, In thinking of this post I will be honest in that I couldn't shake the feeling that I had written you a letter like this before on this very site. That there was another post called "Dear Son" and my search just now confirmed my suspicions; almost two years ago I wrote you a ...

Six, Ever After.

I sat down to write this message and the deluge started from my eyes before my fingers could touch the keyboard. I placed my hands on my heart. I don't know how to describe this feeling. Intense love mixed with incredulity mixed with wistfulness... and something else. But when you love someone this much, there isn't always a word. There ...

That moment when…

...your little girl sits on the floor of her brother's bedroom and reads, with finesse and ease, the very first book that was ever read to her. I thought that this was poignant but, my goodness. I feel wistful, and I feel proud but, most of all, I feel the magic.

I still watch her, sometimes, when she’s sleeping.

I'm still moved by the rhythm of her breathing. I'm still shattered by the feel of her hands, as they hold me. I came across these little words, today, and I realize, now, that my heart has grown ever so much more. Sweet girl, you glow. My Daughter, March 2011 You are my daughter. You whispered to me in my dreams and said “Mama, ...