Sometimes after a tough week….
When our precious, fragile community seems to be on it’s knees…
When kiddos we know and love have been hospitalized, poked, prodded and even induced into a coma so that their poor brain can stop seizing…
I place Samantha on my lap,
And smell her sweet breath,
And kiss her nose,
And feel her eyelashes blink against my cheek,
And think that I cannot possibly hold her closer or adore her more.