Ten…one last time.
I haven’t shared much these past couple of weeks. Busyness, life events, some good, some not...either time was lacking or emotions weren't quite right. Some moments however, you don’t dismiss: our youngest turned ten on Friday. And two digits is one hell of a marker when it’s your baby.
We carved a small corner of our (currently) dilapidated living room so she could open her presents. We sang the requisite birthday song, ate chocolate cake in the sweltering heat.
I watched the smoke rise and fade into the darkening room.
Wisps as delicate as this edifice we’ve built.