The Little Boy That Could. And Will.

It’s happening. It’s really happening. And it’s happening tomorrow. I have been walking around with my tear ducts seemingly prepared to spill over at the slightest trigger — a song, a memory, a glance his way. I have been waiting for this for the past five-and-a-half years. I am still not ready for this. Will [ Read More ]

Closing the Door

I think I want to try to put myself to bed tonight, she told me on the way to school this morning. What do you mean?  I asked her. Since she was born, we have basically had the same routine each evening at bedtime. Change into pajamas. Tuck into bed. Sing special song. Turn on sound [ Read More ]