

Little hands. Hands that can only hold one or two of my fingers. Another thing that goes way too fast. But we have today…. life is good.


He disappears to room more than any brother before him. He’s always been able to entertain himself. His room is cluttered with cardboard boxes with doors and windows cut out by little Fiskar school scissors. Homes for dinosaurs, cows, cars, Transformers and Little People. That’s what I expected when I opened the door. But...