1. this kid. {eight years old.} 2. this rose. {for blooming right on time.} 3. this sewing machine. {and deciding to let her go and hunt for another}. 4. these totes. {lined up just…
Faye turns eight today. In fact, I’m writing these words at the very minute of the morning that I first held her tiny, bird-like body in my arms at St. Luke’s hospital. That minute…
five little things that made my week. 1. these dogwood blossoms. {for being bedside.} 2. these pickled onions. {for making three different meals much more lively.} 3. these dried chick peas. {and silas’s tiny…