February 14, 2017

January 8, 2017

I See You

He’s fourteen and knows what he likes. A warm pile of laundry. A remote control car. His iPhone. Carbs.

Happy Birthday to the guy who instinctively knows how to get under my skin and can force me to smile, even when I least feel like doing so. In this rather bleak month, your silly sweetness and supersized hugs are needed more than ever. I promise to welcome whatever random bits of joy (and chaos) you can throw my way. For you, my heart is wide open.

June 21, 2016

Bragging Rights

My Junior Leaguer. Not so junior anymore.