Ten little fingers, ten little toes. Continue reading “Small Stones 8/19/16”
Small Stones 8/19/16
Ten little fingers, ten little toes.
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Small Stones 8/18/16
My pizza craving is strong.
The sudden downpour pelts our car, as we sit in the parking lot of the oldest, smallest, Pizza Hut that we’ve ever seen. Continue reading “Small Stones 8/18/16”
Small Stones 8/17/16
My stubborn toddler.
His tiny hands mash the small, foam puzzle pieces into spaces that they don’t belong in. Continue reading “Small Stones 8/17/16”
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.
The hair in my ponytail sticks to the back of my neck, and I reach wipe small beans of sweat from my hairline. Continue reading “Small Stones 8/16/18”
Small Stones 8/15/16
Clear vision is a wonderful thing.
The world sharpens into focus instantly. Continue reading “Small Stones 8/15/16”
Small Stones 8/14/16
Kick, kick, kick.
Kick, kick, kick. Continue reading “Small Stones 8/14/16”
Small Stones 8/13/16
My eye is caught by a large, stuffed Squirtle.
The carnival worker lures us over with his engaging smile, motioning to the large prizes hanging all over his tent. Continue reading “Small Stones 8/13/16”
Small Stones 8/12/16
The sound of summer rain, pattering against the house, always reminds me of a Rascal Flatts song.
The sound of summer rain, pattering against the house, always reminds me of a Rascal Flatts song. Continue reading “Small Stones 8/12/16”
Small Stones 8/11/16
We are getting our lives back on track.
He stands in the doorway, towering over our baby boy, bending down for his fifth hug in under three minutes. Continue reading “Small Stones 8/11/16”
Small Stones 8/10/16
With his arms wrapped around my neck, I’ve never felt so loved.
With his arms wrapped around my neck, I’ve never felt so loved. Continue reading “Small Stones 8/10/16”
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