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I taught the twins to give “Eskimo kisses.” Levi leans in, all serious, and clasps my head in his hands, one on either side. Then he swipes his tiny nose side to side against my own. It is unbearably cute. Isaiah has become a prolific kisser,...
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(Photo Source: HERE.) I am both the sunflower and the seed; both turning toward the light and digging down, deep into darkness. There is not one without the other. Linking with Playdates With...
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I stood on a steep, wooded trail eating raspberries by the handful. In that moment I was only my outstretched arm, greedy fingers prying plump berries from large clusters. I was eyes trained on the color red hiding beneath green leaves; I was only a gaping...
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What does the bud feel the day before its opening? Deep desire for the light and the anticipation of dancing in the wind. And what of the bud that fails to open, standing closed along-side its star-burst sisters? Maybe she sleeps still, content with the dream of...
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Reading in the morning, I am distracted by the light that falls across the page, across the room, climbing down the wall as the sun rises. Somewhere, a neighbor’s rooster crows, as I carry my little boy toward the bathroom where he stands ...
