madeofglass.com

a collection of reflections by people i have known

by ray

“The birds are telling me I’m their mommy!”

Birdsong has been described a lot of ways, but I think I like my three-year-old’s the best.

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by ray

Awoke to both kids curling up under the covers with me this morning. Who needs coffee, really? That was some bona fide sweetness there. Later in the afternoon, Bekah just curled up in my lap on the couch and we just snuggled. There

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by ray

Today I was walking along the sidewalk with Rebekah when we passed an empty store. Inside was a short step ladder right next to a very tall step ladder. The rest of the store was empty, save for some trash in the corners. In a way it was very picturesque. As I admired the artistic qualities, my eyes shifted focus and I saw our reflection in the window. Her, sweet and short, holding hands with her tall daddy. We mirrored the ladders beautifully. I thought for a moment of trying to take a picture of it, but knew that a picture would never really do it justice. So I just stood there for another moment, holding her hand.

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by ray

After swimming today, Reed’s in the shower next to mine, humming.

I love that.

It’s one of those things that let you know a child has a song in his heart.

It is also one of those things that makes you wonder where, as an adult, your song has gone. I think I need to start listening closer.

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by ray

Up at 4am.
woe is the three-year-old who
is insomniac.

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