when being quiet can kill (over at Emily Freeman’s today)

Wind catches the curtains in my children’s bedroom. They sleep with flushed cheeks and eyelashes long and every night I check on them before I go to sleep, and every night I feel both afraid and awed by their beauty.I touch lips to their skin, remember how my mum...

because he loves me

he loves me with glasses of strawberry wine and cheese sticks arranged pretty on a plate. he loves me by waking early and frying pancakes for the kids, with bacon and strawberries, and making eggs for me, with peppers and onions, even though the onions make him cry....