Enjoyed this story immensely. Brought back memories of that little decorated box with all the brightly clothed dolls. The bedtime choice…‘Which one do I pick tonight?’ I have long ago misplaced the box of tiny interventions. I hope they are resting somewhere as lovely as a tree, too.
I’ve never heard anyone describe this feeling so well “ Up there, my little world stretched at the seams.
And the things I carried shifted—
less dense, less defining.” I feel this anytime I’m on a rooftop or hill looking out into a city. The world below and my heart high. Loved this story Katie!!
Beautiful, Katie. As always. Your Mom gave me some of the tiny worry dolls years ago and I still have them somewhere. They’ve been off duty for awhile.
Enjoyed this story immensely. Brought back memories of that little decorated box with all the brightly clothed dolls. The bedtime choice…‘Which one do I pick tonight?’ I have long ago misplaced the box of tiny interventions. I hope they are resting somewhere as lovely as a tree, too.
I’ve never heard anyone describe this feeling so well “ Up there, my little world stretched at the seams.
And the things I carried shifted—
less dense, less defining.” I feel this anytime I’m on a rooftop or hill looking out into a city. The world below and my heart high. Loved this story Katie!!
Beautiful, Katie. As always. Your Mom gave me some of the tiny worry dolls years ago and I still have them somewhere. They’ve been off duty for awhile.