Parenting

My body hoarded the baby selfishly; a dragon wrapped around gold. Or at least, that was how I felt about crawling past forty-one weeks, how my mind tried to smother…

We were awake when you crept into our bedroom; Lysander first, all wide eyes and a neck like a giraffe, swiftly followed by Balthazar when his brother whisper-yelled that the…

Oh, my beautiful boys. There is so much about you that I love at this age. I have been saying for months that if I could freeze you in time…

It was just the other day – and yet… We took a final walk with you. We didn’t go far, just to the woods at the end of our road;…

I have walked this path since before you were born. Years before you, Silas danced at the end of his lead rope, pulling it so tightly against my hand that…