August 8, 2014
A last afternoon, and the baby is mobilating across the floor in hot pursuit of his rolling toy. Not crawling yet, more like swimming. We pick up his big brother and then it’s off to the airport and home again, to my life, my love. And my work. But this peaceful interlude wraps itself up in a joyful little package that I stow in my heart, tied up with a smile.
Celebrating a Year 
Wonderful to have such warm memories to remove winter’s upcoming chill.
slpmartin
August 19, 2014 at 1:25 am
Yes, it will be. But we’re still in the high 80s here.
mairmusic
September 5, 2014 at 11:43 am