Smoke Between
Pink knit hats with soft bear ears. Small bundled faces staring back at me, their cheeks flush with the winter wind. They sat warmed by the fire.
Pink knit hats with soft bear ears. Small bundled faces staring back at me, their cheeks flush with the winter wind. They sat warmed by the fire.
Rory and I are munching on Christmas cookies and listening to Christmas music. The day is winding down, a baby is in bed, Chris and Ryder are building Legos. So to end the night we thought we would share our top ten* “Must Haves” when living with a newborn; since, well, let’s face it, that’s…
As one could hope, the waiting for Cody was much like the long wait to Christmas morning; the joy and excitement that he finally arrived did not disappoint!
Anticipation. Excitement. Impatience forcefully growing into patience. A peaceful knowing of things to come. As a child Christmas Eve was a struggle for me. Tossing and turning in bed, counting down the hours until I was allowed to wake my parents to open presents. Somehow I would eventually doze off only to awake with absolute…
“Little by little,” the acorn said, As it slowly sank in its mossy bed, “I am improving every day, Hidden deep in the earth away.” Little by little each day it grew; Little by little it sipped the dew; Downward it sent out a threadlike root; Up in the air sprung a tiny shoot, Day…