“Shhhhh . . . ladies, be quiet!”
We are walking through the forest on a well-marked path, and a small fluttering of wings has captured my attention. The girls tiptoe to my side to see what I see. I carefully point, “There, right there in the branches, do you see her?”
“Oooooh . . …The first step
I attend a cookie exchange hosted by a woman I have never met. Two year old Maj has helped me make chocolate chip cookies. I am nervous as we park the car and walk to the door. I am not good at making friends. I am not good at being vulnerable.
I hold the …Whispered fingertips
When I am about a thousand pounds into the pregnancy that will bring us Kallan, I decide that we need to get her room ready for her.
I pick out the paint . . . a shiny bright Granny Smith apple green. If you are thinking that sounds just dreadful? Then you would be …Nesting