I m at the airp. I don't want 2 leave at
all and I feel sick like I am gonna barf:-&
I wish we lived here sooooooo bad
I miss u and the Molly see u soon Love Georgia
About a month ago my 7-year-old picked up my cell phone and said, "Mommy can I text you?" and I said, "Honey, you don't know how to text." What I should have said is "I don't know how to text," because I was wrong about her. What do I know? Where have I been? About a month ago she was born and how she got this far already is completely beyond accounting. I look at her now, I look at her beauty, her freshness, her supreme inalterable isness and I'm weak with it still, helpless, humbled, awed by the immensity and inexpressibility of love.
8.07.2007
The future calling
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Oh, my! I hope my girls don't start this soon. Very cute, though. I'm always impressed with the things kids say, or in this case, write.
it's so intense, the love, that it's almost painful...isn't it?
Yes! The pain is a peek, the barest hint, of what we can never know.
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