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May 05, 2012



Your Mother's Day will always be filled with real gifts. And may all of them be your favorite ever, for years to come. What can possibly top your trio? (plus animal satellites?)

As always, warmly, and wishing you fewer bad news for a while. Can we declare a moratorium on them?

Much love,

our family.


I'm just smiling reading this.


Sending you love.


Sounds wonderful - I love the insight of your title and the post's ending.


Your time with your girls and making your gifts sounds wonderful. I'm sorry you received bad news. {{hugs}}

Anni M

so so SO glad to hear your hopeful words. and happy to hear that the housing situation and the gardening situation and the schooling situation seem to be working out. sending love.


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Falling Down, November 2004

  • Balloon in hand, my 4-year-old
    twirled across the kitchen floor,
    singing nonsense words
    in her own key.
    "It's my gift!" she declared
    to the world at large, which
    was really only me,
    sitting at the table. Enough
    twirling, and she lost
    her balance, tumbling
    to the floor in a theatrical
    slapstick of elbows and knees.

    She lay on her back
    for a few seconds,
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    flapping her arms and legs
    there on the floor, as if to swish
    the imaginary snow
    into a snow angel.

    "Falling down is also a gift!" says she.

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