naomi came home and said she “found out” at school that the plane was highjacked. that people stole a plane. that there was another layer of pre-determined “meanness.” oh child, forgive my bubble around you.
tonight i found a piece i wrote after 9/11/00. i wrote with some anger that the bubble of preschool was being poked and pressed a little too much. that adults were coming in the classroom with details that wouldn’t benefit the spirit of any young child. i was very pregnant with a soon to be micah…still grieving the miscarriage that came before him. the world was rocked.
and now we are here. clinging to the dream of change.
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i found that peace sign carved into the pew at church…so curious who left their mark.
the next photo was taken last week when i went to bed. eliza started out in her room, micah started out in our room and i found them like this.