It was midnight. My husband (the night owl between the two of us) heard my feet on our stairs and, before I even came into his sight, said— “Can’t sleep, huh?” “Nope,” I replied in frustration, heading (of course)…
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I heard the sound of small feet trailing me, followed by his words— “It’s okay, Mom.” I pushed the hair off my forehead and sighed, recognizing that this was genuine empathy my son was showing me. A minute before, I’d…
My son’s eyes bore the plump pinkness of a day spent in water and sun. We had just returned home from our first swim of the season, and as we climbed the stairs, I reminded the kids to hang their towels on…