touching his head.
3.22.2011
there are tender moments in the spaces between tossing your cookies. my sweet boy cuddled close, huddled under the covers, and rested in my arms. i cannot help but see the tender spaces connecting the first touches after his birth to these moments of tender loving care. he's a dear, sweet boy and for his life i give thanks. for moments to touch the sacred within this sweet life, i give thanks.
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