The Race of My Heart

I nun-ing, Ma-ma….I na fass-iss! “You are the fastest! Go!!” I watch you run as fast as your pudgy little feet will take you, full cheeks bouncing in ecstasy at the freedom you have to just run; jump; be. You climb on the chairs, color a picture, stacks blocks, and “read” books. Oh, the books. I have them all memorized …

Happy Birthday, Man Cub!

How can it be a year?? How can you be 1 already? It seems like just yesterday I was racing the halls of the hospital praying and praying for labor to start. No, I didn’t mean to say ‘pacing’. I was racing. Clocking laps faster than an Andretti brother. But you had your own agenda, and your own time frame. …