Waxing poetic about time, treasure and sisters
There are moments of sweetness I can hardly describe. The kind of sweetness that aches, that wraps its tiny fingers around your heart and squeezes a little bit too hard. It’s the sweetness of endings and beginnings. Of beginnings as endings. My sister had a baby this week, and I was there. She rested her… Read More Waxing poetic about time, treasure and sisters