Just So Much Noise
The worn-thin cotton of his pajama pants feels like silk against my fingers as I stroke thumb and forefinger alternately over the growing flesh beneath them, the barely-there shhh-shh, shhh-shh… Read more »
The worn-thin cotton of his pajama pants feels like silk against my fingers as I stroke thumb and forefinger alternately over the growing flesh beneath them, the barely-there shhh-shh, shhh-shh… Read more »
We snuggle together, limbs lightly covered with a worn and tattered blanket, my cheek against his shoulder, his chin resting atop my head. Birds of a feather, snug in our… Read more »
My husband’s birthday was yesterday. Seventeen years ago, on his birthday, I gave him my phone number. Two days later – the anniversary of which is tomorrow – we spent… Read more »
{Today is my wedding anniversary.} I have been reflecting this week on my history with my husband.