We do not want to be apart. For each member of our family, including him, this is the hardest part of our sacrifice. We love him, and he loves us.

Prepared with love for him at dinner’s end, an unannounced surprise made carefully into a luscious circle of fresh crimped crust…

We have been ferried up, up, up the excruciating climb, full of dread and horror. Now we creep over the edge and hang poised.

This summer, our family was given the gift of a photoshoot by a friend of ours who is just setting up his side gig of photography.

I am the light you cannot see, searching, piercing – not the mild sunlight of a summer day or the glimmer of candle and firelight, but the unescapable blaze of a streetlight on a deserted parking lot when all around is darkness.

I love you.