My darling Emmy Lou, At least once a week, you tell me you want to be a baby again. I try and tell you all the great things about being a big kid, but you remain steadfast in your desire to be an infant. You want a pacifier, to babble incoherently and to be held… [Read More]
To my daughter, on her sixth birthday
My darling Emmy Lou, Every night before I go to bed, I lean down and kiss your cheek. Every. Single. Night. Did you know that? I listen to you breathe and I take in all the changes that have happened over the course of the day, the week, the year. Now you are six. You waited… [Read More]
