one. When I was nine years old, on a day very near Christmas, my father loaded the last of his belongings into the car and gathered his children to say goodbye. I don’t recall if we stood stairstep in age order but most likely we did as pictures from that…
My husband occasionally admonishes me for staring at people when we are out in public. He is right. I do stare but sometimes when I see something so adorably cute I can’t make myself look away. Tonight at Target I saw a family come through the door, Mom, Dad and…