Life.Planted.

I wish I could dive deep down into my memories and pull out every memory of your birth.  Every detail.  Every feeling, Every sound. I wish I could write it down exactly how it happened. I could read it over and over again. And somehow, relive every moment. The moment that I got to hold you in my arms for the very first time.  I've always written. But back then I wasn't the avid writer I wish I had been, I guess I'm still not. There was a long stretch of time when I didn't even write at all.  I was busy chasing my babies.  Busy trying to build us a life. Busy making memories without realizing how badly I would one day wish I had written them all down.  I was busy picking up the pieces of the messes other people had left me with and trying to make something beautiful with them.  But I'd do anything to go back to these moments. Relive them and soak in all your tiny features.  The day my heart was born.  The moment I was consumed by more love tha...

                                           While I’m out and down with a spell of something that I’m hoping isn’t bronchitis or lead to pneumonia- negative for the flu, COVID and RSV at least, I figured I’d come try and write a little. I’ve been so weak and tired and out of sorts. I’ve read two books this week and started my third.  As spring turns over to summer. The temperatures rise. The rain falls. The grass grows tall. The bugs crawl from their hiding places. The people emerge from their homes, ready to fling open the windows and take in the spring breeze to cleanse the winter blues and dust from their homes. The kids are shooed outside to soak up the fresh air and sunshine. The radio plays our favorite songs. There’s the unmistakable sound of the hose being turned on. Shoes are abandoned in a chaotic pile near the front door and long forgotten. Barefoot running throug...