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September 14, 2008

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Kathryn

((Moreena)) ((Anni)) ((Jorg)) ((Frankie))
Thinking and praying.
Thank you for the updates...

jeanie

Oh guys I so so so so hope that the keel rights itself - and soon - and the optomistic doctors are blown away by your darling's move forward.

Amelie

Many hugs to you all.

Ginny

So glad you are home, and holding out hope, and prayers, for you all.

Shelley

I have no words, Moreena. Just hopes, prayers, and a wish that there was something I could do. We have been thinking of and praying for all of you.

Lauren

I hope that Anni surprises her doctors (and you guys) in the best way possible!
I'm praying for her all the time!

paige

Still praying, still hoping.

You and your family are amazing and wonderful.

Laurie

So happy to hear that you girls are home. Hot chocolate and soup sound perfect. As always, love and prayers for all of you.

Val

You all remain in my prayers.

Phantom Scribbler

Thank you for allowing us to hum along with you.

Catherine

Oh, Moreena, what a beautiful way to weave together the crazy-beautiful, crazy-crazy pieces of your life for us. Thank you. Your family is now, as always, in our thoughts.

xo

kathy a.

keeping you all in our thoughts, too. xoxoxox

Mandee

So glad that you are home. Lots and lots of prayers still coming your way!

ppb

This is all going to be a book someday? right? Because I've never met your child and I'm in love with her spirit.

Holding you in the light.

mb

I'm glad you're home. What an amazing kiddo you have ("there were some fun parts, too" made me cry). Hoping for the best.

bj

"I've never met your child and I'm in love with her spirit."

Me too, Morena. She is a joy.

Academic

Welcome home. Still praying for you and your family.

kathy a.

anni is fabulous! and so are all of you.

i keep coming back to different parts of the post. i love the miracle of the towels! can only imagine the maple syrup incident. love the straw! my heart breaks thinking of annika worrying that she might have a fucking brain tumor. LOVE that she remembers part of it all as fun, and even more her happiness at going home! and oh, the worries you are holding; there are no adequate words, but you hum very well. xoxo

Annika

I am sending love. And damn it, I am going to memorize that second verse.

elswhere

Thinking of you all. Still, always.

Mary O.

I'm glad you got soft towels, what a treat. I wish I could fix Anni for all of you. My prayers are with you.

Liz

I'm thinking of you all and praying.

Lee

So glad to learn you are home!

"Undeterred, she pokes a straw into the bowl and slurps it all up."

Love it!

Susan

Hugs for all of you, Moreena.

vanessa

I dont have any insightful comments, just prayers. And hope, and virtual hugs.

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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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