A single weed in a field of yellow can be magical. It’s that time in Spring when dandelions create a magical golden carpet on park fields. T and I enjoyed a nice walk on Mothers Day. The sun was shining and it was warm enough for T-shirts, shorts and crocs. “Oh my God, stop takingContinue reading “The Golden Spark”
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Mother
A few weeks ago, T randomly asked about his birth mother. We don’t know what prompted the question but we took out his adoption book and showed him the one photo we have of his mother. We asked him what he was thinking and feeling but he was quiet. Then he moved on to hisContinue reading “Mother”