she doesn’t want roses

She doesn’t want roses. She doesn’t want diamonds. She doesn’t want chocolate, a giant teddy bear, or a dinner date. She wants you. She wants you to be there. She wants you to look at…

Please stop growing up: Just stay little. An open letter to my son on his 6th birthday; a tearful goodbye to little baby days.

please stop growing up

On the top shelf of my children’s closet, there is an old Pampers box taped sloppily shut. Inside that box is a plastic zipper bag that once housed a comforter or something. And inside…