The words used to come pouring out of me, onto paper, onto this space.

But when you have a kiddo with emotions that fill up your days and your prayers and energy are spent praying for his peace and healing, your nights shift into taking care of what didn’t get done during the day. You wonder how much, if any, you can share.

And when you have two older kiddos who are suddenly adults, you wonder how much you can share. They’ve both been incredibly generous with my documentation of the privilege of being their mama. I find myself moving away from sharing too much and leaving that for them to decide.

I’ve thought about putting a lovely ribbon of blue satin on this blog and writing a final chapter, but something compels me to keep writing. When my oldest says that she spent time reading stories of her childhood when she feels homesick, I want to give my youngest children the same gift.

I will not be as transparent as I’ve always been, and I hope that is okay with you. But I want this little corner to stay. I want it to be there as a place to throw down my memories, share my days with my grandmother, and save pictures of our one beautiful life.

So I’ll see you soon, with more stories of the littles.