Each morning I awaken with my child at my side, nursing, eyes open. "Good morning. Good morning. It's time to get up" I say in sing song. She smiles. She always smiles. We start our day. I love holding her in the morning, so soft and mushy, so happy and rested. We go to our stations. Diaper, clothes, coffee. This child will certainly know about coffee. We play. Pattycakes, tickle time, laugh at each other. Then sleep comes quickly. She lays in her crib and then I'm gloriously alone. I light my oil burner, each morning, a new scent. A new start. A second cup of coffee. I pick up random things. I sit at my laptop. I look at my day, determine the weather, look at my plants, get some yogurt. And listen to silence.
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What a great entry. Just read a lot of entries actually - needed to catch up with your mind. Cried at the hospice entry because it reminds me of my grandma, cried at the music entry because it reminds me of that Dar Williams song you gave me, oh yeah, and cried at the San Fran entry because I am scrapbooking my San Fran trip from 2007 and missing those moments...ah...I love life...I don't EVER want it to end my meloncholy friend. I like the picture of the "positive" stamp - know that feeling! Love being a mommy, as I know you do. I am glad you are my friend.
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