While in Kansas City, we visited a church called Jacob’s Well. We sang songs I had never heard, and in the quiet of my heart I just sat and listened. I fed Eliot, I watched as Melissa held him and he looked at the bright lights of the sanctuary. I listened to the harmonies being … Continue reading »

Eliot plays with his frog toy as he sits in the car seat, tugging on the feet to feel the vibration pulse through his tiny hands. In ways that I totally cannot fathom, the synapses of his brain are firing, easier and quicker every day, and he is learning simple lessons like this: pull on … Continue reading »