26 December 2013
the house is quiet.
and I am too.
with my sleeping Samuel-man.
enjoying the still. for the moment.
sipping spicy Christmas tea.
this season has been busy - too busy. but with the wrong things.
no wrapping or caroling or baking of cookies.
no traditions or songs of silent night.
just box after box being filled with our lives.
suitcases stuffed with STUFF.
the stuff of life.
but as I have been stuffing those suitcases and packing those boxes, I've realised that the true "stuff of life" are the moments and the memories.
and I've missed those this season.
it was Samuel's first Christmas.
different than I had wished for him.
16 December 2013
someone is seven.
you are seven.
my deepest dimples, never-sitting-still, everything-must-be-just-so, BOY.
oh how I love you and your crazy kid style.
and though I can't wait to meet the man you are becoming...
please slow down these boyhood days.
my baby you will always be...