July 21, 2014

week twenty one

Good friends hold your babies. Wonderful friends grab them out of your arms so you can drink a coffee while it's hot.
If you look closely you'll see white walls scribbled with purple crayon. Her room is her favorite place to be -- and clearly marked with pieces of her everywhere.
The simplicity of a sticker brings much delight.

This moment…

He decided to read Elijah's bedtime story, a book he had once bought for himself some years before with a curious keenness to decode the words that filled the page.  Neither of us knew then of the challenges that would prevent that from happening… at that time anyway.

I cannot fully explain the joy of hearing him fluently string the words from this book together. x


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