and my heart grows

our little pale crow.

his current obsession, a bedazzled image of himself.

did you see us swing under a great tree

under a canopy of white lights, strung like pearls on fire

under twinkling mason jars, glassy fruit, we swung

your daddy pushed us and you smiled and laughed

with each arch we drew in the night air

i held you tight and felt your downy hair on my lips

time stopped to watch you fly

charmed,

your mother

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you are what real heroes are made out of. hard core fluff.

when i sneak away into the shadows behind his door, i see you in there, on the front line, holding his hand. when i hold my breath so he doesn't hear me, there you are coaxing him to sleep. i can't think you enough brave one.

ender, by the mercy of God, has become smitten with a bunny from his aunt patti. i'm starting to dismiss the idea she found him in a store, but rather am convinced it hopped into her back yard, pawed her ankle, and begged her to be given to a little boy who needed assistance going to bed at night. he's magic.