Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Brand new baby, one week old, about the size of a loaf of bread, curled up in the crook of her father's arm. He stands and sways, rocking her back and forth to the rhythm of the music coming from the playlist he made for her.
"Something So Strong" comes on, and he smiles and starts lip syncing along.
"I've...beeen...feeling so much older," he half-sings to her, and she is so small, and as big as the world.