Stories start every day. (I made this!)
This photo was taken during my first trip to Trader Joe’s with B. It showed up on my Facebook memories. I looked at the two women in the background and it killed me. Hugging in public. This was 3 years ago. Tonight I’m holding out for hugs again.
The wonder occurs when his eyes look into mine, and our pitches catch the same tone, and we sing with joy in our hearts, right before bedtime.
Our favorite is the moon song:
I see the moon
The moon sees me
The moons sees somebody I want to see
God bless the moon
And God bless me
And God bless the somebody I want to see