Behind the Blue Swing

There's a worn patch of grass behind the blue swing. I stand there, pushing and pushing, until my arms ache. Sometimes she giggles or sings or chats with me. Sometimes she calls "higher, higher!" and I do my best to oblige, despite the fact that she is much bigger than she was last year, and … Continue reading Behind the Blue Swing

The Edge of the Bed

(For those who followed my previous blog this post may look familiar. Last night was another "edge of the bed" type of night that allowed for some 3:30am reflection time on how precious these moments are... wanted to share again in my new blogging space!) “Mommy! Mommy!” Her little voice pulled me out of bed sometime … Continue reading The Edge of the Bed