12.3.16: Mourning to Joy

I am suddenly very aware that my cheeks are sore from laughing.  I would not have expected that, not on this day. 12.3.2016: The day my dad married a woman that was not my mother.   Of course, I expected it to be a day of celebration, but it surpassed my expectations. On this day, I have … More 12.3.16: Mourning to Joy

Smile

I don’t speak her language. My tongue can’t even begin to form the complicated sounds that make the words that could cross the communication barrier between us. Instead, I observe. Her eyes are dark and wide and dancing with mischief.  Dimples appear on her cheeks as she grins and plays and shakes her head to … More Smile