She Would Always Come

We went to Wyatt and Seth's school tonight for the Reading Cafe. Wyatt's teacher, Mr. Bow (who is a rock star in Wyatt's eyes - and not far behind that with Miska and me), had each kid record a poem they had written. When I heard Wyatt's voice, well, I don't think I can describe it.

The last paragraph tells a million stories. Wyatt has struggled much with fear, particularly this past year. We've been with him, held him, slept by his bed (and in his bed - and him by our bed) many nights. We've ...