Never let go

I reached in through the porthole. I saw how white and swollen my hand was. I let it hover over her for a second, then pulled away, as if from a fire. Finally I placed the tip of my pinky into her tiny palm.

She grabbed on.

Never let go, part one by Kelley Benham

In this way we learned what music she liked — Bruce Springsteen’s Waitin’ on a Sunny Day became our theme song. She had never seen the sun.

Never let go, part two by Kelley Benham

No alarms, no wires, no machines. Just me and my daughter. My hand on her back. The soft steady whisper of a baby, breathing.

Never let go, part three by Kelley Benham

Baby wants a story

He hates books and thinks they’re food or objects for throwing until the day comes when he starts bringing you books, one after the other, for him to read. He crawls in your lap and stares at you expectantly and may the gods help you if you don’t start reading double-quick because by gosh and by golly, baby wants a story.

–Chuck Wendig
Transmissions from Toddlertown: the First Year