This is just an excerpt of a poem that touched my heart dearly during some of the most intense dark days of our wait to bring Million home. You can read the whole of it here. from The Eternal Goodness I know not what the future hath Of …
The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life’s plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily …
At times like these, it seems there should usually be an appropriate or somber-sounding beginning. And we are in a “beginning” of sorts. But we’re also at a very long-anticipated end. The “we” I refer to is a little family which is, for now, comprised of three humans, Wynken, Blynken, …