We ate spaghetti tonight as well. Unfortunately, I didn't strip her down to her diaper. Her clothes are soaking in the sink...and her feet were also on the table.
This poem, written by RissaRoo, spoke to me. It said, "This is your daughter, this was her beginning."
After
after the storm
after the cold and chill
after the sky cracked open
and fell, crashing
with the weight of it all
after the darkness seemed certain
the sun broke through
tore wet curtains of gray asunder
and pierced every dark place
with saving light
Pretty Edible Flowers
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If you've been following me for a while, then you know that it's no secret
that I love flowers. My home is brimming with them - fresh flowers,
paintings of...
Born From the Heart
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You ever have one of those moments in life, stuck at a traffic light, or
sitting at your desk while listening to horrible elevator music because
you'r...
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It's like I'm looking at Brooke...ha!
We ate spaghetti tonight as well. Unfortunately, I didn't strip her down to her diaper. Her clothes are soaking in the sink...and her feet were also on the table.
Oh that's awesome!
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