He Didn't Believe Me
18 hours ago
|Congregation Bet Ha'am, South Portland, Maine|
My attempt at a marshmellow menorah with food coloring designs
Brooke’s belly laugh – so different from her sister’s, so very much her own. The laugh that starts with her shoulders and takes her whole body along for the ride. The laugh that sets her eyes on fire and whose sheer energy could launch a rocket ship and send it into orbit. The contagious laugh that leaves an electric happiness in its wake."The silent, unanswered questions about what I could possibly have to offer someone - the perception of myself as a burden - began to be erased, as if with a Magic Marker, with Jess's words. Oh, sweet words, a gift to me to begin to redefine myself.