Life Moves Slow, but the Life Within it Changes So Quickly

I was just writing a letter of love to a friend of mine who had a miscarriage last week…and as I sealed the envelope with a gentle kiss, I had a call from someone else that another friend’s son committed suicide.

And I will go hold Lance, and I will go hold io (Lily is at her dad’s house this weekend), and I will whisper how much I love them, and I will stay still while looking in their eyes.