May.
A dance. Weaving in. Letting go. Oh how little do we actually really know! A blessing of Pink Lady Slippers. Farms & waterfalls. Swear words & car seats. The end of an era. Another chapter closing. A first taste of the sting of death. Trotting. Ticks. Antibiotics & tears. Collapsing into bed. Ooops today’s the recital? Swan Lake. Building with hands and a prayer. Grief upon grief upon grief and yet underneath, the whisper of the beauty of an unimagined life. And strawberries.
