give, and let go…
I was hollering at one boy to get out of the road, nudging the other to pull his back pack onto his back before he dropped it in…
Hold me, Mommy.
Austin was in school. David needed to deal with an issue with his cell phone contract in a nearby village, the very same village Bruce Willis was born in. So…
here and there….
i look through the lens and pretend to know what i’m doing… most days, i have no clue, and i focus and refocus and pray that something turns out right….
rock faster, mommy…
His hair smells like strawberries.There’s silly monsters on his pajamas.He’s still struggles to climb on top of his bed.His foot finds the toy box and he throws the other leg…