Karl.
A year ago, they were learning the art of gentle loving and forehead kisses; now, they’re masters at the art of making baby giggle and distracting their tiny sister from the wails and cries by smothering her in love with hugs and kisses. Somethings just never do change, do they? I wonder – ultimately –…
At eleven days old, Thomas is already watching the world with a solemn delight and wise understanding behind perfectly beautiful eyes and a smug little grin. He watches when his Daddy brings a bottle and helps him eat his supper. He watches when Mommy picks out his outfits and putters around the exquisitely decorated nursery. …
She walked into my classroom. Maybe a teeny bit timid, maybe a huge bit excited, and most definitely a lot overwhelmed. Thirty other second graders clamored for attention, the boys antagonizing the pretty girls and the girls gossiping among themselves — usually talking about boys. (Patterns start young, thats what I learned). I was her…
The day was going well until he got out of bed. No sisters to play with? No brother to share the toys? Something didn’t feel quite right. Not right at all. As the youngest of four, Tommy wasn’t quite used to this eery aloneness; it flustered his world. Sisters and brother were spending the day…
Meet Alissa and Jessica. They laugh. And laugh. And laugh some more. They have inside jokes and code words and silly faces. Basically, they are the coolest definition of friendship. Ever. They go to school together. They laugh together. They work together. They laugh together. They do sports together. They laugh together. Seriously. Nothing serious…