Forward To The Far Horizon

Weddings have a way of slowing time. Everyone else was talking, laughing, and toasting, but I found myself crouched low, watching my son crawl across the hardwood floor. The sunlight poured through the curtains, throwing long shadows of a man bent low and a boy moving forward. And in that moment, I wasn’t thinking about … Continue reading Forward To The Far Horizon →

Still.

A year ago, I limped into the mess hall—bruised, pale, and unsure of how much of me was still intact. Some of you were there. Some of you carried me. Some of you prayed when I couldn’t pray. I had nothing in the tank. Just pain, and the sinking sense that maybe I had finally … Continue reading Still. →

The View from Up There

He has no idea how high up he is. Strapped into a shoulder carrier with a seatbelt around his belly and ankle loops cinched tight, my son rides above the world without a single ounce of fear. He doesn’t know about gravity. Doesn’t know that one wrong step could send both of us crashing down. … Continue reading The View from Up There →

The Way We Learn

I thought I was doing okay. I had watched every video I could find on how to swaddle. There are a thousand different methods, and I tried most of them. Eventually I found my rhythm. Got pretty good at it, actually. So good that Cassie stopped wanting to try, worried she’d mess it up. That … Continue reading The Way We Learn →