Tonight I put Ryker to sleep.
We were right at the end of the routine where the light is already off, I give him a kiss and leave the room. He took my face in his hands and said, "Mommy, you're my favorite...um..."
"I'm your favorite Mommy?"
He was searching for the right words.
"Your my... your my whole world."
Winning the lottery ain't got NOTHIN' on that.
In the monotony of daily life, chasing after happiness can seem like an endless, really big project. And sometimes, it is. But sometime...
Dear Max; We made it, Buddy! Happy 18th birthday! Do you feel any different than you did yesterday? Maybe you should. Today marks...
HEY, YOU. You are enough. That big dream you have, the one that seems far too big and bold and grand to ever really be ...
You take them both, and there you have the facts of life. :P (OK, enough reminiscing about my childhood TV habits.) Dear You, ...