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Showing posts from August, 2012
Exactly one month ago, these two crazy kids became your parents.
Happy one month to you, sweet August.
And oh what a happy one month to us!
Last night our room was loud with the sounds of waterfall.
You were all swaddled and calm and sleepy.
Your daddy and I were all snuggly and happy.
You slept. You slept good. Real good.
You slept like a baby. 
We just watched you sleep, dreambaby.
"I miss him." he said.
"I know" I responded.
And then we all slept. Good. Like babies.


During college, every year before the fall semester started, I would traipse the calendar/planner aisle and pick the prettiest one I could find. Then I’d dally to the pen aisle and pick out the most obnoxiously girly pen. And I’d be set to succeed for the year. I would take each syllabus and jot down every due date or event.
Okay, so maybe I’d be set to succeed for the first month. Because within the first few weeks, the only time the journal would be cracked open would be to doodle during a particularly boring lecture or to tear out a page to house my used gum.  Sure, I wasn’t as organized as I’d like to have been, but let’s face it, I wasn’t doing anything in college that was important enough to write down 4 weeks ahead of time. I was a night-before, by-the-skin-of-her-teeth sort of student. Planners were a joke!
But now!
Oh, now I’m doing the important stuff in life! A small bundle of hiccups and yawns to care for. And this, my friends, requires such things as calendars and planners a…