April 26, 2012

Coffee and a Smile

This morning I took a glass of ice coffee to my son. He was half asleep, half awake. I told him good morning, set his coffee on his side table, leaned over rubbed his head and then kissed his forehead. He smiled. That smile warmed my heart.

Indiana, August, Sunday Morning

It seems an injustice to me that everyone could not see what I see in this moment. An August, Indiana, Sunday morning. Perhaps I have seen m...