Christmas Eve was rich with anticipation. Snacks were made, the tree was lit, Christmas music played softly in the background. We sat in the living room, my Mom, Dad, siblings and I, around the lit tree, plates of food on the table in front of us. (The one night a year we were allowed to...
I never forgot it–the friends who visit to nestle Chanelle in the crook of their arms in the weeks after she was born. We talk and laugh and catch up on the years since we’d last been together. We marvel at the tiny newborn as we pass her around like a stuffing-filled bowl at Thanksgiving...
You’re thirteen today. A teenager! When I commented recently that you are going to be a teenager you were quick to respond, it doesn’t matter–I’m still a boy. You’ve always been that way. In no rush to move ahead to the next stage, the next season. For as long as I remember, you’ve been perfectly fine...
Every year, around this time, I vow to myself: next year I am going to be more prepared. Next year, everything will be done early–the gifts, the cake, the meal, the words–all of it will be done long before the actual day. And every year, the days slip by and the bold letters you have...
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