Comments on: cathy, i’m lost, i said though i knew she was sleeping

By: Carlita

Carlita — Fri, 01 Jul 2011 21:49:48 +0000

I hope you still check out comments even on posts that are very old.

This is so beautiful. All of your writing is so beautiful. Your posts are like the very best chocolates; one can stop after just one or two and be satisfied.

Please don’t ever take the old ones down!

By: ????

???? — Tue, 31 May 2011 08:17:30 +0000

Keep the faith, my Internet friend. You are a first-class writer and deserve to be heard.

By: Damselfly

Damselfly — Wed, 23 Jan 2008 21:27:02 +0000

Oh, I think the same way sometimes — that sudden snapshot when you’re in the moment as well as being able to see the man to come behind the baby boy’s face.

Beautiful writing, as always….

By: Ana

Ana — Wed, 23 Jan 2008 02:46:00 +0000

I had tears running down my face through this entire thing. It was very beautiful. I long to one day be a mother and experience these moments, this love.

By: ewe_are_here

ewe_are_here — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 22:02:47 +0000

They are truly amazing when they sleep… you’ve captured it beautifully.

By: FENICLE

FENICLE — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 00:55:26 +0000

pure sweetness!

By: thordora

thordora — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 00:20:50 +0000

I miss those walks, the quiet, the slumped snoring….those times I’ll never have again…we never have done the checks at night, rarely ever cuddled to sleep past infancy-the rare moments now are when Ros falls asleep on one of us, but oh those moments are sweet.

I hope that whereever you’re going, it isn’t -35C outside. :)

By: Janet

Janet — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 20:30:20 +0000

I devoured every line of this post, like the warm brown-sugar-and-raisin topped oatmeal that warmed my insides this morning.

By: Island Journalist

Island Journalist — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 20:26:06 +0000

Beautiful post; as the mother of a 23- almost 24-year-old son who has a lovely fiancee who believes she loves him like no one ever has, can or will, I can relate. I know it’s a different kind of love than mama-love; but it’s bittersweet to remember those days when we filled each other’s lives.

And the sun poured in like butterscotch
And stuck to all my senses…
Thanks, too, for the Chelsea Morning/Joni Mitchell reference; it brought lovely memories, as well…

By: Kyla

Kyla — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 19:50:40 +0000

Oh, those sweet cheeks and lashes.

It is hard to imagine their hearts will ever belong to someone else, isn’t it?