Holding Hands And Conversations

I find my hand always seeking hers subconsciously. I notice how small her hand is. How small she is. I notice how young and innocent she is. How beautiful and fragile and alive and accepting and unassuming and embracive she is. You have to love Heidi: Her person, her smile, her sweet baby voice. We are heading home from school. […]

Interrupted Moments of Silence

Mornings and I are not BFFs. We tolerate each other simply because we have to coexist. We wave, mumble a hello and that does it for good deeds for the day. I dislike early morning conversations too. I consider them unnecessary. What do you really have to say that cannot wait for the sun to come up and for your […]