He’ll Never Let Go

He’ll Never Let Go

I love how she holds onto me—her little hand grasping my finger or my clothes, as tightly as possible. She holds on as if her very life depends on it.  Sometimes as she drifts into her deepest sleep, she’ll let go. She’ll release my gown or my shirt or my finger, her...
Seasons Change

Seasons Change

My view is different these days.  At least a couple of times per week, I’ll be here strapped to this monitor while it counts our baby’s heartbeats. My nights are different these days.  I sleep very little as it’s become increasingly difficult to find a comfortable...

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