Flashing Lights on My Flooding Streets. Asking me to float their way. Sky being outlined with white light. I wonder if I will be outlined with this white light. Oh this street is so desirable, makes me feel sick with feeling of hopelessness. The white light has left me.

I have a new memory. Golden grass, in a lake bed dried with too many summers. But it was April in February, too warm to not enjoy. And a dog hopping along to see the ahead that we could so easily make out. The little streams, green with swimming grass, and slowly flowing for spring. Leaping across into the earth, still too wet with memories of where it once drowned to hold our feet firmly. How was it for you? Walking along where men made a lake.

Updates and insights into the expansion of our family. Wednesday, November 08, 2017. I not a baby, I a big kid! For a while now, I have wanted to capture all the sweet things Luke says, but many of the ones I wanted to record have already changed.