Living. And loving. And hurting.
I had one of those days yesterday. I’m sure you’ve heard of them. You know, the ones where a stay-at-home mom can’t get anything right? Where she doesn’t shower, get dressed, or leave the house? It’s true, the rumors you’ve heard – it DOES happen. There was a melt-down around 11 am. Ronan was exhausted. He was crawling around the… Read More
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I understand that these preverbal skills will one day evolve into my son’s ability to communicate. I fully look forward to that day. However, at this point, it’s just noise; loud, squeaky, constant noise.
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders Fields. Take up our… Read More
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