Sitting on a Sill

You’re eating a pancake on the windowsill, looking like you’ve been caught doing something wrong. Knees pulled up, feet turned in, hair curling every direction like it always does after a nap. There was something different about you that just said, “I’m a kid, I’m not your little baby anymore.” People told me this was … Continue reading Sitting on a Sill →

Can’t Wait to be Your Friend

Today we went down the slide together. You didn’t hesitate or overthink or test the edge with one foot. You just went with reckless abandon.You’re fearless in a way I used to be and want to be again. I watch you climb up things too big, run toward things too fast, and trust my arms … Continue reading Can’t Wait to be Your Friend →