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July 25, 2006

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Rebecca

I hope you get to see that teenager too, I really do.

Stacy

Amen to that! We feel so lucky to know Ali and have her nearby. I hope that Tanner gets to meet Anthony & Aiden, too - so that he has other little boys, his age who've had transplants.

Strange world, indeed.

angela marie

It must be an odd thing to think about, but I am glad it exists. A friend of mine just had her baby son 3 weeks ago, and her husband just got out of the hospital a few days before the birth because of his kidney transplant. I bought Baby Gage a onesie that said, "Organ transplant saved my daddy's life". They loved it!

Kari

As wonderful as it is to have Natalie, it must also be so scary to have to break the news with reality. I can't imagine Anni's thoughts. I looked over Natalie's site, and as with this one, have no personal reference point to understand. All I know is that you families are brave.

Amanda

the word "retransplant" on Nataliebear's blog, and for Annika, gives me butterflies in the tummy....you all are brave, brave, brave.

Becca

Oh, tears...

We are so sorry that we couldn't come for a visit. And I may just take you up on that offer to drive down anytime. I'll call you first!!!

Thank God that Natalie has Annika.

If I could drink, I'd drink to having to deal with our girls in their teen years, I mean, we've dealt with them on steroids, can it get worse?

Jane Dark

Hugs, though my first reaction to the end of this post is that "Ugh, this stuff on my stomach is so gross" etc. is way too predictable for your Annika -- she'll still manage to come up with some goofy complaint that you won't have a retort for. And then we will all laugh.

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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,
    staring
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    began
    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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