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Everywhere is honey...

I've only been a parent now for nearly two years, unless you consider the nine months I carried, stressed, prayed and ate boxes of powdered donuts and bags of oranges while waiting on Joel's arrival. I guess all of that is parenting in a way, too (except for maybe the donuts and citrus).
So, okay, nearly three years.
And it didn't take me long at all to assume I knew what was best for my kid.
Early on, for starters, I was convinced I knew when he was adequately full. I would try everything under the sun to calm or amuse him, aside from additional feeding, and I would even say to his little face, "You can't possibly be hungry again!" When I would finally be at my wit's end and sought to fill his belly, he was happy. The same thing would happen when I would insist he couldn't be tired or have another dirty diaper. He proved me wrong 99.9% of the time.
A few weeks ago he was fighting a small cold and a hacking cough that would rustle him out of his deep…

In our favorite rocket ship...

It was our third date. It was at the base of July. I was twenty-six and even though just a few weeks earlier I had been completely, totally, unequivocally done with men and dating and dreaming and all that, I was rapidly falling in love. I had spent the previous decade entrenched in the ups and downs of relationship; the breakups, the blind dates, the awkward first dates, the even more awkward, "Sorry, but I'm not interested." conversations. The rejections from both them and me. I was so bone, heart and marrow weary of it all.
And then, suddenly, here I was with a guy that a friend had met at a local county fair. What?!
I'm not a big fan of Valentine's Day. Prior to Aaron, there was very little reason to get excited about it. I was always between relationships when February arrived. And the one time I actually had a boyfriend during this seemingly magical day, it was a complete flop. In all those years of dating, all those guys, not one good Valentine&#…

As long as I love, I will love you...

She was always better at finding them than I was. It seemed as though every Sunday morning, on our exiting from church, they'd just fall into her little palm. Four leaf clovers. My sister frequently found them. Spied them out. I, on the other hand, never found a one. And I did look, but maybe I wasn't as diligent.
I thought of this recently as I kept my eyes low to the ground, not because I was seeking out special clovers, but because I was watching the steps of my little boy. Following his lead. And I was thinking about love and luck and how the two have nothing to do with the other and how yeah, maybe you do seek out a plant with an extra leaf, but how with love, you have to be just as aware. You have to keep your eyes on the prize. Maintain the focus. Count the steps. Have the hand ready to catch or brush off. You stop watching and you stop seeing.
When I was single there seemed to be some themes running through books and the like. A lot of it came down to the…