My baby you’ll be

What are your thoughts on me sitting in the living room watching hockey on mute while listening to So Smart Sleepytime CD (a classical music compilation that Ryland has had since he was a wee baby) drift out of his room? He’s been anxious lately and I’ve been playing this CD at bedtime to help him and it all just breaks my heart wide open why can’t they stay little. I love you forever, I like you for always, as long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.


Everybody’s got a life they don’t want to keep

There is something incredibly appealing to me about watching the snowy landscape roll by on the train. That weak pale sky. The undisturbed expanses of snow, like thick, white ash from a cold, white fire. The bare spindly trees. The pines. The white birches. All of them pausing their graceful dance to bow at me as we pass. It is melancholic yet so deeply comforting.