My Boy

Everyday that I have with my son is a gift. I have known others who aren't as lucky as I to be able to wake up with their¬†baby and also lay them down to sleep every night. I do not take this for granted, and I try to absorb as much of this love as … Continue reading My Boy


I love his everything

A poem about my son, Harley.¬† I wake to the sound of his majestic giggle, he wants to come out and play. With his bottom in the air, he gives a small wiggle. And just like that, he's already made my day. With an exaggerated reach towards me, I happily pull him close. It must … Continue reading I love his everything