welcome

rowdy boys playing,
zooming fast from game to game,
“mom! mommy! watch me!”

mommy and daddy
grabbing snuggles and kisses
while they still can

sleepy, slow mornings
toast, tea, tickles and reading
days starting with joy

in this family,
the smiles are reflections
of big miracles:

bright, wide, and grateful.
these women float through the world,
gifts to all of us.

pancakes and slippers
coffee, milk, and newspapers
and breakfast is served.

it’s not just the food,
but in the making of it,
where love forms and grows

it’s in the patience
and in the jokes and giggles.
maybe the food, too.

slow weekend mornings
coffee shops, playgrounds, and walks.
such a small effort,

seemingly mundane.
yet words could never express
their significance.

it all adds up—the
making of a childhood.
it’s the simple things.

grandparents next door,
a rare, coveted blessing.
so much love, always.

the tapestry of
heritage, gently weaving
the richest story.

it takes a village.
but also courage, to open
our lives so fully.