Angel Wings

He said, “Mama look.” I looked up and caught my breath. There was a multitude of angel wings completely surrounding our car. In the midst of the swirl, I saw the two of them racing across the yard plucking every spent dandelion. They would hold...

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The Smile

I opened the door and saw him sitting there. Surrounded by kids but his expression says it all- he felt alone. He caught my eye and he smiled and I just stopped short. The brave smile- it’s the one intended to wipe the sadness from my eyes....

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Snow Angels

I’m not sure when I went from spending the first few seconds of my day expecting to hear her coming down the down the hall to cozy in for just a few more minutes to spending those first few seconds whispering a simple prayer for...

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Holding Tight

When we start out the door he instantly grabs my hand. There are days I am not sure who is holding on tighter. I hold on until the last possible moment and then I am forced to let his hand go so he can race...

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The Quiet

I finished putting out Christmas decorations and tucking the pine into the planters by the front door. I realized after two days I hadn’t even scratched the surface of Christmas decorating of the past. The pictures with Santa from their first to her last are...

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The Panda

The debate that surrounded each year’s costume started with one simple question “What are you going to be?” The decision as serious as the one that surrounded her birthday theme. We would start as soon as we saw the Halloween store’s sign. She would wander the...

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Falling Leaves

She would ask me- what’s your favorite season I would tell her "Fall" without hesitation. It’s the crisp blue sky, the air that bites in the early morning and the breathtaking display of color. As soon as I saw the first leaves begin to turn,...

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The Backpack

It’s the backpack that sits tucked behind the chair that haunts me. Not hers- hers is still in the box we received with the rest of her school things. It’s his- beside the chair where he dropped it last June. Each week I make a...

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The Tiny Island

The car passes by and it is loaded with the suitcases, the bikes hang off the back and the kids- the kids look at me through their back window. I wonder if they are wondering where I am going. And right beside me- there he...

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