DSC00012Maybe the reason I don’t write about you is because I can’t construct words to build your shape. What if I can’t succinctly name your nature, or precisely reveal all of your small and dear parts?

But, here is what I dare say about the soft breeze that resides in our home: With you — only Spring. Only faith.

I’m honored to be your mother – you are my true sister.

August 28, 2009