My Personal Inspiration Spot
Your small hand reached out to me and my heart jumped. Tiny fingers curled around my thumb, our eyes widened together in the moment. A shared experience. A passing of understanding. Rocking you to sleep and holding you close. You lept off my lap. Chasing your run, I laughed as you rounded the corner and wished it would never end. The fits of temper. A recollection of childhood demands, fears and impatience. Expectantly waiting for the bus, then waving and crying as you rode away. A small face looking back with a wide and happy smile; excitement for the future. The fights over fashion [ Read More ]