Opening to it

We are in a hotel in Arizona as I type this. We spent the day with Desmond’s birth family and came back to our hotel room beaming. Desmond skipped all the way down the hall. It was a good day.

As a writer, I am still amazed at the paucity of meaning that words can convey. In other words, I have no words yet for the joy we all feel.

We connected with Desm…

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