Some days my life flows with a serendipity that astonishes me. Other days, not so much. Where will I find a box of the right size?
I keep taking pictures of my kids, these strange and glorious days, because there are four of them and they are all together.
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.
One of the holiday gifts his parents gave the boy was a blow gun, which he loved. It was not a toy for small children, to be sure.
It must be a strange experience to have an injury that your family does not know about. We keep writing you letters as if nothing has happened.
Jenny brought me her little pink calculator held to her ear and said, “Mommy, it’s Regan callin’.”