Love

I forget, sometimes, how much I am in it. He has a way of reminding me, of bringing its magnitude to the front and center of my awareness.  He brings out my gratitude, my awe, my sheepish grins.

Baby Crazy

It hits me sometimes.  In those quiet moments when it’s just me and my womb, when I’m watching a very special episode of the latest TV show to jump the shark, when I see the perfect little tot acting perfectly perfect… I want a baby. I don’t particularly like children.  I find them more than…