you always bring me flowers

The first flowers from our children are dandelions clutched so hard in their pudgy paws that the stems ooze yellow.

dandelion days

Mommy we picked you some beautiful flowers

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how much wood could a woodchuck chuck

 

stacking wood

It was a warm fall day and we had the distinct pleasure of time. And a repetitive chore to lose ourselves in.

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time and grief

Just last week I was telling someone that this month (today actually) marks 3 years since you died.

And then, just like, implausibly, some people take a long time to remember their age, I realized that I was off by a whole year.

It is two years. But you have to hush your grief in this world after 6 months. Or 6 weeks. No one wants to hear. You are supposed to move on.

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