Saturday, January 7, 2012
Small Stone #6
I started a dream, so long ago, of baby things in pinks and blues, of small hands clasped in mine, of a child knit together of him and me and us. Seventeen years ago, that dream took hold and grew and moved and became the son I see today. Everyday I dream some more because everyday I see his promise grow.
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really love this.
ReplyDeleteThanks! My son liked it but also told me it was TMI....17 years ago we told our family we were having a baby. He doesn't like to think of that part of his life!
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