April 12, 2017 by twogrow 3 Comments 4.TWELVE.17 Get closer. The magic is about to begin. Dig deep, my darling. Rate this:Share this:PinterestFacebookEmailTwitterLike Loading...
March 28, 2017 by twogrow 1 Comment 3.TWENTY-EIGHT.17 Tiny bouquets picked. They were berries, beads, treasures. I gathered, she did not flinch. Instead, she taught me the name. Grape Hyacinth. Muscari. I will do the same. Rate this:Share this:PinterestFacebookEmailTwitterLike Loading...
March 13, 2017 by twogrow 1 Comment 3.THIRTEEN.17 Tiny hands. They reach for me, gripping one finger. They hold my heart. Rate this:Share this:PinterestFacebookEmailTwitterLike Loading...
January 26, 2017 by twogrow 4 Comments 1.TWENTY-SIX.17 Often, days pass quickly, one blurring into the next. I miss your calm advise and soothing voice. I wish you were with us, watching them grow. Rate this:Share this:PinterestFacebookEmailTwitterLike Loading...
December 16, 2016 by twogrow 3 Comments 12.SIXTEEN.16 There were gumdrop thieves, and jellybean robbers. But this house still managed to get dressed up! Rate this:Share this:PinterestFacebookEmailTwitterLike Loading...
December 1, 2016 by twogrow 2 Comments 12.ONE.16 Morning. Rate this:Share this:PinterestFacebookEmailTwitterLike Loading...
October 22, 2016 by twogrow 4 Comments 10.TWENTY-TWO.16 “And I felt closer to you. Because you knew me so much better than I’d realized, and still loved me.” -Rosamund Lupton Rate this:Share this:PinterestFacebookEmailTwitterLike Loading...
October 19, 2016 by twogrow 2 Comments 10.NINETEEN.16 I have dreamed of walking among these apples with you. Gathering them in a basket, your hand touching mine. Rate this:Share this:PinterestFacebookEmailTwitterLike Loading...
October 3, 2016 by twogrow 3 Comments 10.THREE.16 One year ago… Rate this:Share this:PinterestFacebookEmailTwitterLike Loading...
September 28, 2016 by twogrow 1 Comment 9.TWENTY-EIGHT.16 Lifeguard. Her eyes seldom leaving them. Her head thrown back in a low howl as their boat slips out of view. She eagerly greets them upon return. “Chutes”. Rate this:Share this:PinterestFacebookEmailTwitterLike Loading...