14 years ago yesterday, I sat in my friend’s kitchen nursing my newborn while she labored to bring into the world her daughter. Her mother-in-law served me a bowl of chicken soup from an enormous pot she had cooked.
Returning from a walk yesterday evening, I spy my daughter reading on front porch with her cats. Those days with an infant I hardly had a sense of evening from afternoon, in that churning wheel of nursing and diapers and tending.
Time passing threads all through my writing — how can it not? — and yet, sometimes I find myself staring through a window, thinking, here we are, right at this very moment.
The strongest of all warriors are these two — Time and Patience.
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Beautiful post and quote.🌻
Thank you! Beautiful season here!
The passage of time and moments calls to the heart.
Beautiful post.
Thank you!
So curious what book she is reading!