February 6, 2016

Wood
Wood

Complex.  Rich. Textured.  Alive.  Burned.  Scarred.  Green, peeking through.

My son is 23 today and I could tell you moment by moment about the day of his birth.  Every birthday is sacred, consecrated, made holy by possibility, by hope, by joy, by love.

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