Angry Radiance Every day without you brings new colors on the horizon Some are bright and painfully red Some are dull and darkened plum Some are wispy and hopeful white But hope is only for a glimmer of time That hope always fades Yet the colors remain angry and radiant The heart is shattered A veneer of normalcy is resurrected A wish for return of days past Clouded by a solemn recognition of reality And to think…I wouldn’t…I couldn’t bring you back to this place Where the colors stay radiant and the hope always fades. – Kristy Hall I wrote this poem just weeks after my dear sister gained her…

Last week my wonderful hubby was on vacation and our beautiful blue-eyed girl turned 14 weeks old. FOURTEEN WEEKS. We have graduated past the newborn stage and crossed into her third month of life. As we packed for our trip to take her to our home town for the first time to meet her family, it dawned on me how quickly she has changed and grown in the last three months. Somehow in the midst of the survival mode that new parents are thrown into and the long nights that accompany welcoming a new life into your home, you don’t notice the rapid changes taking place. You don’t notice that your sweet…