I fell in, head first. Covered in soot, blackened with the charcoal of freshly burned wood, I smelled like a Hawaiian pig picking and I was the main course. And yet, engulfing my soft pink fuzz, tiny arms squeezed tightly with an unconditional love, a love borne of friendship and loyalty. I was safe.
Chili
A soft brown dog is sleeping at my feet. A blonde sprite is beside me eating muffins and chugging protein shakes while a sweet, chocolate-brown-eyed red head is sitting to my right mastering triangular puzzles. I am drinking hot coffee – not lukewarm or even cold! There is hope I might even finish the entire…
Three weeks in to combat nursery care we are at 160 feedings and no less than 100 diaper changes. Round three of parenting with our Cody has gone swimmingly! (just don’t look around my house, its a war zone).
Warmed ovens. Chilled dough. Accoutrements galore. Stools pulled to counters. Books stacked in chairs for little buddies to participate fully. Patient, loving, hands guiding smaller ones from step to step; rolling out dough, cutting into fun shapes, decorating little master pieces. It was the traditional cookie day of my childhood. We would go to a…