I heard his cries in my dreams first. Tangled in the clouds between asleep and awake, I wasn’t sure in which world my son was calling out to me. Slowly my eyes opened, and I realized it was in this ...
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I stand him on top of his changing table so that he can look in the mirror that hangs above it. When I dreamt of a nursery, of his nursery, this is what I saw in my mind’s eye. The two of us, ha...
read more..I duck around the corner of our bed to hide, crouching down on the floor, my old bones resisting bending down in child’s pose and call out “Where’s mama? Where’s mama?” I...
read more..As I climb the stairs, I hear Aaron singing a song from our most played album, One Big Gulp from North Point Ministries. “I’ve got to R-E-A-D my B-I-B-L-E …” As I reach the top...
read more..We lower into his chair, and he settles on my lap, his hair still damp from the bath, smelling like soap and clean, delicious baby. He plucks his pacifier out of my hand and pops it into his mouth. Hi...
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