What is it about a child's fearless joy that causes trembling, laughter, tears of joy and melancholy? Perhaps it's remembering our own young children, knowing how quickly moments pass and astonishment in the little things turns to frustration and trials. Maybe it's just the feeling we get when we wrap our aging fingers around the small, soft, sleeping faces at night, following the forms, trying to so engrave the beauty into our minds, dreaming that their presence will be with
As I headed to the mailbox this morning, the crisp air of January met me afresh. The snow covering the once-green grass barely crunched below my feet, and I found myself walking on top of it rather than sinking in.
My mind wandered back some thirty years. Arlington cemetery. Bloomington, Indiana. Grandma and me.
I took her to put flowers on my grandfather’s grave. Solemnly we exited the car and moved toward the grave on a brisk winter morning. She and I walked atop a fr