In the seventeen years since her arrival, she's turned out so beautifully that my eyes fill and I just don't have words. Happy birthday, my girl, and may your 18th year of life be full of joy!
Simple Moodlings \'sim-pѳl 'mϋd-ѳl-ings\ n: 1. modest meanderings of the mind about living simply and with less ecological impact; 2. "long, inefficient, happy idling, dawdling and puttering" (Brenda Ueland) of the written kind; 3. spiritual odds and ends inspired by life, scripture, and the thoughts of others
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Seventeen
This morning reminds me very much of the morning, seventeen years ago, when we headed to the hospital for Suzanna to be born. She amazed me when she arrived twelve hours later -- so tiny and sweet, and with so much hair! The sixteen-year-old picture below is one I've always liked, though she's come so far since then in her beauty, sensitivity, humour, talent, and depth.
In the seventeen years since her arrival, she's turned out so beautifully that my eyes fill and I just don't have words. Happy birthday, my girl, and may your 18th year of life be full of joy!
In the seventeen years since her arrival, she's turned out so beautifully that my eyes fill and I just don't have words. Happy birthday, my girl, and may your 18th year of life be full of joy!
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