“Here is a beautiful pinecone, even though it’s a little squished, and that big big dandelion wants to come home with me…”
Someone had spread a glorious thick carpet under my bed, so that my toes sank deep into its silvery luxury.
I keep taking pictures of my kids, these strange and glorious days, because there are four of them and they are all together.
I’m glad for the good times and the homemaking skills, the little songs she sang us, the silliness and the ethics. Her years of patience.
Foster parenting is easier in that you get extensive training for the job you’re about to do, and ongoing training while you do it.
Confession: Sometimes I don’t even like Sundays anymore, though they used to be one of my favorite days, because – no mail. I can’t thank you enough for the happy pictures and notes showing up in my box these days. You brought me a great deal of joy! Special thanks to those who sent tea, […]