Adoration

I'm sitting in a quiet room,┬ábaby in my arms. Soft and warm, nuzzled tightly to my chest breathing in. Tiny sighs and squeaks eek out occasionally as lips move to reflexive smile or the impulse to nurse though his mouth is empty. He sleeps and I adore him. My husband lies across the room still, … Continue reading Adoration

The Past Can Hurt

The past can hurt. I'm finding myself facing things this week that I'd made it a point to bury. I felt it was better for me to not dwell on things gone by...it seemed better that way. However, this week, I've needed to pull from the memory banks and remember how it felt to live … Continue reading The Past Can Hurt