I’m sitting alone in a Travelodge in Morton, IL. Your recent posts are an amazing balm for my soul. These have been hard days — just facing the new reality. It seems I’m always gone from home. Most of the time I’m confused and disoriented. Your blog — and those eyes of my dear grandson — are a comfort beyond all describing.
prairie daze 
Dear Kristin and all,
I’m sitting alone in a Travelodge in Morton, IL. Your recent posts are an amazing balm for my soul. These have been hard days — just facing the new reality. It seems I’m always gone from home. Most of the time I’m confused and disoriented. Your blog — and those eyes of my dear grandson — are a comfort beyond all describing.
Thank you.
Much love, Dad.
P.S. I love the other posts as well. Amazing.
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wow.
goose bumps.
precious
fleeting moments captured
almost like proof.
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Aww. Micah.
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