• Writing Notes

    1:37 AM

    It’s 1:37 in the morning. I’m a few hours, Ashley, Nicholas, and I will walk into a courtroom with our lawyer. This will be to complete the legal part of the adoption process. That will be a precious moment, but so is holding a little man who fought so hard to stay awake. Mr Sleep won, but never has there been a cuter battle. He’s getting so big, but he will never be to big to lay on Daddy’s shoulder. He may one day think he is, but to me he will always be my baby boy. I can’t wait to walk out of that courthouse, but even more than…

  • Holidays,  Writing Notes

    The Foxs Christmas 

    Forest shivered this morning, it was colder than any day he could recall. It was Dec 24 of course, the first snowfall of the year fell fast and heavy. The Cubs nestled closer to Spring, their Mother. Soon, it would be Christmas, and they would expect presents. Forest kissed his mate, smiled at his children, and headed out into the glen. First he collected Christmas dinner for the family. There ancestors were Italian foxes, so fish would be appropriate. He selected a small tree limb that would fit just under the hole in the roof. The starlight would brighten the little berries on its branches. “What no lights?” Anna asked…