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6. Dinner I realize this may seem redundant, but this is the best I could do. and p.s. if you haven't started to stalk my daily dinners, you can do so by hovering over the Family Dinner column right up there (i'm pointing up and right, b.t.dubb.)

I still watch her, sometimes, when she’s sleeping.

I'm still moved by the rhythm of her breathing. I'm still shattered by the feel of her hands, as they hold me. I came across these little words, today, and I realize, now, that my heart has grown ever so much more. Sweet girl, you glow. My Daughter, March 2011 You are my daughter. You whispered to me in my dreams and said “Mama, ...

“With dearest love”

I was about to turn in for the night, when I heard the computer buzz, signaling that an email had come through. I was not going to check it. I am so glad I did. It was from my sister. In the subject line, she told me to read this to her niece. The body of the email was this: In ...

Now,

you may be gearing up for the big Bowl game tonight, or perhaps you're freaking out about Madonna's half-time show performance, but I can guarantee you, that there's little as thrilling as the day when a little girl and a big guy have their nails painted for the very first time. Now that's what I call pretty freakin' Super.

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4. A Stranger This morning, I scrubbed the grimy bathroom grout with a toothbrush. Because I felt like it. I can think of nothing a-stranger.

Groundhogs Day

Groundhogs Day has come to signify the "Deja Vu" phenomenon in popular culture. And in my house today, that's exactly what it did. My daughter sat on my lap and read this book to me. And as she flipped through the pages, I was overcome with a feeling of familiarity; I have been here before. ... April, 2010. The day ...