Percy Bysshe Shelley lamented that the words of a poet are like fading embers, unable to capture the true fire of inspiration. These words of mine struggle to capture the uncapturable moments of life so that I may look upon their fading glow and remember the true fire.
Jacob is often playing in laundry baskets and hampers! The joys of being that small!
Posted by: Dawn | January 14, 2012 at 08:24 PM