Cold Hands, Warm Heart
Monday, February 19, 2018
Watching My Friend Be a Father
Smiling baby eyes, quick heartbeat, dimpled cheeks, shrill laughter. Up, swinging over his head and launched—just for a moment—into thin air, before bouncing back down into safe hands, loving arms. Realize, little one, that I will always catch you.
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