The Morning Through My Baby’s Eyes

The baby woke this morning very early and it was as if she could hear the birds chirping over the rush of her humidifier, as they called her to start the day.  She pointed to the window, light starting to come through the blinds, and said her favorite hushed phrase of “what’s that?”  As sweet …

Strawberries in Winter

We were dancing on a dance floor, lights flickering in the darkness, but her face was glowing in the shades of dark purples and blues.  I took her hands in mine and said “Are you happy?  Like really happy?”   And she responded “I am.  I really am.”  Pulling me away from our dancing, she led …