Walking, hand in hand, we find a way up the hill. Through the forest, we play at being BRAVE souls. Together, we express our determination: our footfalls POUND the STONY trail. You count our steps out loud, in that sing-song voice that reminds me of the Swedish chef from the Muppets. At last, we reach the top and I swing you up to rest on my hip. You beam at me — “We did it!” Yes, sweetie, we did.

Georg’ann

Hard to name the CAUSE
They each have their own STORY.
STONY hearts won’t yield.

Heather