Our rhythm of life has been a syncopated mess Stealing beats and melodies That didn’t belong to us. Keeping up with time changes, Incidentals, and accidentals. Trying our best at improve But the riffs and jams were always just a little off. Our rhythm belong to no one but us. So let’s stop playing composed…

The world wasn’t ready, but that didn’t stop you! Fifteen weeks early YOU made your entrance. Less than two pounds of humanity, you burst forth with ease, effortlessly entering the world. It didn’t take long for the ease to turn too complicated. But we heard them say, “She’s a fighter!” and that you are. Needles,…

I stand in the doorway and listen. It’s a sound that is both familiar and foreign. We’ve been anticipating it’s arrival,  but not with great expectation. In our world these events come with little guarantee. ~ The family of four around the corner, celebrate with great delight! Inviting the rest of us to join in…