Those Hands

Those are the hands that seemed so tiny at first but continued to grow stronger each day as he learned to tie his shoes, zip his jacket, color in the lines, swing a bat, and throw a ball. Those are the hands that constantly tugged on my pant leg, tapped me on the back because … Continue reading Those Hands

I See You

I see you. You are not alone. I see you showing up every day. I see you struggling out of your bed every morning, exhausted beyond belief. I see you tossing and turning all night long, trying to find a comfortable position that doesn’t hurt. I see you when you realize that doesn’t exist. I … Continue reading I See You