To all the mothers out there, who sneak small moments, to pretend they are still little.
I wrote this small note to my son.
I stayed with you son, until the regular soft breaths of sleep prevailed.
It’s because I miss you that I’m here tonight.
And yet tomorrow, you will rise in the morning and walk independently into the day.
I’m glad of that. I am.
But right now in sleep, you are little in my arms, son.
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Kelly loves life at both ends of the spectrum: wearing high heel shoes one day and hiking boots the next; sipping tea out of a pretty cup and slurping hot coffee from a camping mug; challenging herself physically and stopping for quiet unhurried moments to feel the wind on her face. Kelly and her husband Matthew seek to live a fun and adventurous life with their four children and pet bird.