Small Stones 8/19/16

Ten little fingers, ten little toes.

Small Stones 8/18/16

The sudden downpour pelts our car, as we sit in the parking lot of the oldest, smallest, Pizza Hut that we’ve ever seen.

Small Stones 8/17/16

His tiny hands mash the small, foam puzzle pieces into spaces that they don’t belong in.

Small Stones 8/16/18

The hair in my ponytail sticks to the back of my neck, and I reach wipe small beans of sweat from my hairline.

Small Stones 8/15/16

The world sharpens into focus instantly.

Small Stones 8/14/16

Kick, kick, kick.

Small Stones 8/13/16

The carnival worker lures us over with his engaging smile, motioning to the large prizes hanging all over his tent. 

Small Stones 8/12/16

The sound of summer rain, pattering against the house, always reminds me of a Rascal Flatts song.

Small Stones 8/11/16

He stands in the doorway, towering over our baby boy, bending down for his fifth hug in under three minutes.

Small Stones 8/10/16

With his arms wrapped around my neck, I’ve never felt so loved.