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September 30, 2008

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kathy a.

((( moreena ))) thinking of you and annika and frankie and jorge.

xoxox

Val

Geez Louise. Thinking of you all, Moreena.

Phantom Scribbler

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Catherine

I'll wait for the list another time, then. Sending you guys all our love.

xo

Miranda

Wishing you and Anni the best.

Monica

Reena, I called your house phone today. Didn't realize you were back in Chicago. I will call your cell phone tomorrow since it is getting kind of late now. I'll e-mail you my cell number.

ppb

crappity, crap, crap, crap.

Kyla

Well damn.

Hannah

Damn. Is she inactivated on the list for as long as she has a fever (sorry, I don't know much about this)?

All the best for Annika,
Hannah

Aimee

Thinking of all of you with love.

Mary O.

I'm sorry to hear you are back at Children's. I live in the area, let me know if you need anything! I could make a run down there on Friday. Prayers for all.

Marlen

Many prayers coming your way!!

Amelie

Thinking of you, praying for you. Especially for Anni, of course.

bec

Many, many prayers for Annika. Hope she's able to turn the corner soon. Take extra gentle care of yourselves and each other.

liz

Thinking of you and praying for a quick return to relative healthiness!

Jenn

Moreena,

Sorry I didn't call back tonight. It was pretty crazy at school when you called and then we were interviewing a babysitter for Avery b/c Scott is going to start working part-time next week. Blah, blah, blah...enough of that. I'll try back tomorrow, but please call anytime if you need anything. Please give hugs to Anni!

elswhere

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dragonfly

Praying for you.

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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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