Dear Son, I hope this letter makes its way back to you when you have your own children. I hope this letter makes its way back you at a time when you too, can realize that children, especially your own, can and will be your greatest teachers of all time. There’s a reason they say, “Out of the mouths of babes…” The other night, you had a nightmare. I heard you screaming for me, sounding panicked. I ran to you and carried you to our chair in the living room. We sat together until you were able to calm down. I rubbed your back and held you to my chest. There weren’t any lights on and we weren’t speaking to one another. It should have been a moment I wanted to soak in for forever because rar
1. Can I first get a giant pat on the back for blogging not 1, not 2, not 3, not 4 BUT F I V E times this month?! I mean, that's some kinda record, no? I can give credit to two things for this happening, I prayed about wanting to write more and wanting to find the motivation/inspiration to do so. Secondly, I dusted off my old laptop from college and set it up near my bed side. I usually get the urge to write when I'm already in bed and my other computer is in my office hooked up to all the photog and editing crap - which doesn't seem like much of an excuse but there's just something about being cozy in my bed that makes me wanna spill my guts. Cheers! 2. Who else feels a sense of accompli
