Having a child is the same as forever having your heart go walking around outside your body. No matter where they go your heart will always follow. Here is a record of the path my heart has taken this past week as my children meet each other for the first time.
The Traveler and Artist on St.Croix River
The Traveler meets sushi for the first time
The Traveler with the Artist and her family, 4th of July
On a road-trip the Traveler and Artist find a part of Norway in North Dakota
The Traveler, Musician and Artist finally meet.
Every day we set our children free
we watch them soar
we watch them fall
they sing a song or skin a knee.
With every breath they take we breath
they fall in love
and so do we
simply put, they are you, they are me.