Hilary
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Letters home.
The day before yesterday a parcel arrived from my sister. As one would expect this time of year it contained Christmas presents, but it also held other precious things. Earlier this year Michele and my dad had been searching for a letter from my Grandpa that I had been wanting. It was a letter he
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Birdsong
I’m sitting here, in the livingroom, listening to birdsong just outside the door. The House is quiet, our only client having left for the morning. Travis and Leah are still asleep, Hilary is in my lap, smiling of course, and the smell of the coffee is wafting up from the kitchen. I’m not yet ready
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Hilary’s Smile podcast
Okay, originally I just took this to share with my family. But I ask you, looking at this, how badly do you think she has Dad wrapped around her little finger?
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Lucky
It’s five thirty in the morning, check that it’s six thirty, (we’ve sprung forward) and Hilary is in her swing, gurgling away with her latest story. She is showing no signs of sleeping having gotten up an hour and half ago hungry. She’s babbling now, and when I look up at her she gives me
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Must… Finish… Post… Need… More… Coffee.
I know I haven’t posted in awhile. I’m finding it difficult to put together enough coherent thoughts with the lack of sleep that a newborn introduced into my life. Hilary is starting to fall into more of a routine but I still consider a two hour stretch of sleep a luxury. Most days I start
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At last.
For My Daughter in Reply to a Question David Ignatow We’re not going to die,we’ll find a wayWe’ll breathe deeplyand eat carefullyWe’ll think always on life,There’ll be no fading for you or for me.We’ll be the firstand we’ll not laugh at ourselves everand your children will be my grandchildren.Nothing will have changedexcept by addition.There’ll never