I’m so torn between wanting to go to bed right now and wanting to just write, write, write about a place I belong. As a friend’s husband said tonight, at the end of the day, that’s what we are all looking for. I believe he is correct. My heart is full. My mind is racing. […]
The First Time We Held Hands
I remember the first time your tiny little fingers wrapped around mine. You were four days old. Thus far, you only knew life in my womb, with your twin, and in the NICU, alone. Save for the NICU nurses and the loyal family and friends who came to you, prayed for you, hoped for you. […]
