Monday, May 20, 2019

the first time you held hands you were praying

Driving past turkey road is not the best idea on a Sunday when traffic is light. But he asked me to come and it's for our kids so I'm in one of the cars asking for directions. It is a small place, and that's a comfort, though I think the music could've filled up a space even larger. When she sang, when he smiled, and they pleaded, hugging a mama, taking a picture.


Today I am grateful for an invitation.

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