4/18/11

Los Angeles, CA

Looks like sometimes
Even water, love, and light,
Though they try, cannot be the

Glue that holds someone
On to life.

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Huntsville, AL

While I was in my company's break room getting a glass of water

I noticed something at the corner of my eye.

A hand print on a yellow note pad.

It was sitting next to a phone and some fliers.

How odd, I thought, until I remembered.

It was my child's hand print!

He had traced his small, delicate hand over a year ago.

It was Christmas Eve morning and I had to work.

I took Lucas with me and gave him chick-fil-a breakfast to keep him happy.

And he drew his hand on the yellow paper.

To my surprise, no one touched it.

I decided to leave it there, 

a small, happy reminder of my sweet boy in the most

random of places.

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 Mount Sidney, VA

How can something so pretty

possibly be considered a weed?

There has to be some really 

deep metaphor for this

and how my dandelion

is the prettiest flower 

of them all.