With her tiny infant head laying gently in my lap I brush her fine soft curls damp from sleep, from her face. She is mine, my beautiful angelic child, I think to myself in wonder and amazement. My finger tips slowly. gently circle the rim of her ear and she continues to breathe methodically. Is…
Eight months have passed since that autumn day in October when our beautiful daughter, Lindsay became Mrs. Matthew C. Garrity. Much like the last eight months, the wedding we had been planning sped by quickly. Even now I reflect on it and an image pops into my head of a small detail. I wonder if…
Sometimes I look at her and see a familiar face, the lines of her profile, the shape of her nose. It is as if I am reliving a tiny piece of my past. It might be an expression she throws out in conversation. It might be the way she tilts her head. It takes me…