All I can think about are those tiny feet, his first laugh, and how he surprised me one day with the word ‘red’. What a joy as they start to move, and speak and enjoy the world. What heartache when they feel hurt by it.
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This summer my daughter and I read The Borrowers…
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In the valley a deer is roaring
too late in the morning to not be seen.
Without thinking
I press my finger to my lips…