every child is a glass slipper
but not every woman
wants to wear it
if only they knew
the joy of it fitting
the music of life
played to the beat of a heart
the rhythm of a giggle
the sound of a sneeze
the movement of breath
the chords of sleeping
all recorded
within the heart
of the woman wearing
the glass slipper

“Running Laps”

If you know me, you know I love my kids very much, and every once in a while, I share stuff with you about them. Well, it’s that time again.

On Wednesday evening, I stopped by to pick up my twelve year old from flag football practice, which my twenty four year old coaches. It was the end of practice, and Nathan was goofing off on the field with a couple friends, while Kyle was nearby watching, sitting on a wall. As I approached Kyle, I overheard some parents talking, and as I listened, I grinned. Continue reading