The Little Hands That Hold My Heart
"Mama, hand." She calls out in the darkness, her whisper-soft fingers drifting through the night until they find mine, their…
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"Mama, hand." She calls out in the darkness, her whisper-soft fingers drifting through the night until they find mine, their…
Continue ReadingSome nights, bedtime doesn’t seem to hit my home fast enough. The chaos of the day makes the hands of…
Continue ReadingIt is said that a mother carries her baby for much longer than nine months. I have done the same.…
Continue ReadingThere is a hallway that stands as a paradox unto itself. It is a hallway filled with hope, but at…
Continue ReadingSometimes I forget you are only two. I expect you to act older than someone who is just barely out…
Continue ReadingMy alarm used to go off Monday through Friday at 3:15 a.m. I’d drive the few miles to the TV…
Continue ReadingDear little blue-eyed love of my life, Our eyes locked at 5:59 a.m. just over three years ago. Your first…
Continue ReadingIt seems like only a few short moments ago I held your tiny little body in my arms. How big…
Continue ReadingMost people never get to meet their heroes. I have, in fact—I have met many heroes. These heroes didn’t set out for…
Continue ReadingThe littleness is leaving our home. It's slowly creeping away, almost unnoticed unless I stop to take a hard look…
Continue ReadingDear child, I wear your pain. The first time I heard your cry, I put your pain on like a…
Continue ReadingYears ago, my hubby and I attended a marriage retreat. As part of the closing ceremony, each couple in attendance…
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