Today she read the word AM. She pointed to the word and sounded it out. AM-azing.
I remember the day she was born. I always will remember it as if it happened yesterday. I do in fact feel the rush of Time's winged chariot. It's so close, The End, when The Beginning is always, also, so near.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
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