Listen. Stories Matter.
The older I get, the more surely I understand that stories are all we have. That often the littlest stories are the ones that catch our heads and hearts.
When my son was born, I imagined it would be the big moments I’d cherish — the rolling over, crawling, walking, talking. And I do recall those things, but not as clearly as I remember tiny moments. I’ve realized, see, that he doesn’t need me to
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