Carter is the reassuring type. Today, while making handprint art with paint on his second day of preschool, he told the hesitant 3-foot tall girl in front of him, “Don’t worry. It’s fun. You’ll be ok.”In the car, he asked me what I’d be packing in for his daily snack — for the rest of…… Continue reading Just fine.
I took an inadvertent break. It’s been busy. In short: Carter turned three. I miss her, every day. I’m 25% of the way to my master’s degree. I’m going to marry him.
Dear Carter Patrick, “I love you, Mawm,” you half-giggled when you sat on my knees tonight grabbing my face. “Triiick urr Treeeat.” On our drive home, an hour past your bedtime, you listed off the items you’d like to eat. “Chickin nuggits. Chickin nuggggits. Pea Nut But Ter. ‘Nems (M&Ms). Yullow ‘Nems.” Nevermind that you’d had…… Continue reading I’ll eat you up, I love you so.