I am not paralyzedby sadness anymore as I roam the toy aisle at Target I want you to know it gets better (and then it gets a little worse, but then it gets better again. and that’s just before breakfast. You get the idea). on the eve of his 21st birthdayI am not buying my firstborn a six packor promising to pick him up from…
Writing What I Know
And I know this. Life in our household is a constant ebb and flow of love and hugs and special needs interventions and piano lessons and a family trying to make it all work. And somehow it is working. But I don’t share enough of it with people. Especially on what is supposed to be…