You and me. This past year when I’ve looked at your face I’ve seen mine. Not mine now, but mine then. Chipmunk cheeks, a gap-toothed grin, freckles sprinkled across a button nose. It’s strange and amazing to look at the kid you never saw in the mirror.
Here’s what I’m la la loving for littles this week . . .
Do you have a room in your home that you would consider the hardest working room in your house?
You’ll be surprised to know mine . . .
Heaven knew we needed each other.
In the 1980’s and the here and now.
This is a story, a tribute, a mini-memoir, of my relationship with grandma who spent the last year of her life mentoring me.
Have you ever felt you are living in a shift?
I think the shift is what lies between the seasons. The edge of an era. I’ve been on this edge for awhile, only now able to admit it. I’m in the shift. The leaves are changing and thus so the season has too.
After Rocco was born I couldn’t say,