10.20.2010

of the Fall

Despite the cinnamon hue that hovers around her head, much of the time life drapes about her like the fading colors of a late fall landscape.  Her movement withered, her body curled like the leaves on the lawn, dehydrated and dormant.  She's quiet, her vocabulary blown away by neurological storms.  Occasionally though, laughter unfolds.  And I find myself wishing we could box up the peals, store them with emergency supplies, between bottles of water and boxes of batteries.  Wishing we weren't going to run out, and knowing laughter will always be part of her legend.
  JEB

7 comments:

Miriam said...

Baby smiles and laughter are the best. What a beautiful picture of a mama cradling her baby girl.

Christy said...

Beautiful!

Nichole said...

Great write. It puzzles me that you may be a fan of Brad Pitt movies though?

Beth Ann said...

a photo fit for a frame.

Debi said...

Precious moments. Praying that the laughter remains in your heart forever.
Love and hugs and prayers,
Debi

Carrie said...

Precious photo. I came across your blog when you posted on Heather Spohr's comments section. We have very similary aged children. I have a daughter born in April 07' and a son born Jan. 09'. I just wanted to let you know how much your story has touched me. I simply can't imagine your pain. It's not fair at all that such disorders exist. Thank you for sharing your story. Praying for strength for all of you.

Adam and Vicky said...

Very sweet!