family
When The Tree Lights Sing
Our house has been loud with love these last few weeks of December, but tonight, as the little’s sleep after a wild day of excitement, the quiet of the tree calls to me. I’ve felt it drawing me now for…
When you’re not here
Another birthday has passed without you here and the loudness of your absence hurts my ears. As we laugh, eat cake and take pictures, I wish you were here holding my baby, making conversation in the kitchen, drinking coffee, reminiscing…
