On New Year's Eve I sat in the rocking chair near my bed, struggling to put on my socks, a swollen belly limiting my motion while this little miracle kicked around inside me. Tears caught in my throat. A familiar feeling these days. Another day of pain. Across the room an unmade bed seduced me with it's … Continue reading Broken
Author: Brianna
A Vision for my Valentine
He rises in the early hours of the morning. Toes touch the cold floor, back creaking upward after a long night. He breathes, bracing himself for the day, surveying his battlefield. Planning the strategy. Calculating his moves. No one prepared him for this. No one gave him the plans, the skills, the basic training. He learned … Continue reading A Vision for my Valentine
Five More Weeks
Five more weeks. Likely a little less; possibly a bit more. Thirty-five weeks ago you appeared on the scene, a spec of dust now stretching my midsection to its max. What once was an imperceptible pebble now feels like a small boulder strapped tightly to my tender back. Your arms and legs press against me, … Continue reading Five More Weeks
Sparkle
White stacks of steam rise up from the waters that stretch out from below us. Perched atop the bluff I stand watching the massive body of water sink into it's wintery state. Candles on the table twinkle in the dim light of the early sunset. At the flip of a switch our tree comes to … Continue reading Sparkle
While You’re in Africa
While you are in Africa, I will be here. I will be here. Doing all the things here requires. Like waking up with the little one long before the sun rises. And teaching the five year old to read one letter at a time. Begging a child to eat half a sandwich for dinner, while … Continue reading While You’re in Africa
Two Precious Stones 