Can’t you just hear the bow pulling across those strings?
Ah… Miles is all his glory. Finally. A little person his age to run wild with. A move is not so stressful until you hear the confusion in your little babies voice when they tell you time and time again that they miss their friends and would like to go see them. There is just no explaining distance to a two-year old. Tears you open. Guilt sits heavy on your heart. It is ugly. But this weekend there was a little less of that. A little bit of friendship. And maybe a little bit of that for his mama and daddy too. So very fine.