The other day Ethan told me my "nicklename" was babes. He's right; that's what Steve calls me sometimes.
On a different day, he told me that he was trying to look for a "hiccup truck." Translation: Pickup truck.
Yesterday, I told Ethan he was cute, even beautiful. He said, "No mom, I'm not beautiful - I am not a princess."
Love him.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
This one's for you kid!
Dear Oliver: One year ago today, you were supposed to be born. We were excited to learn that you would be a May baby. We miss you so dearly - we wish we could see you learning to walk - we wish we could see your molars forming - we wish we could hear your first words. Now there are two things we can do at least. We can wish that we'll live our lives the best we can so we can live with you again. And, we can dedicate at least one other day besides your birthday to which we can think about you and others through service. So today is the second annual day of service in honor of you, and I'm going about my business cookin' up a storm. I hope it's good enough, and I hope those I've chosen to serve in your name will enjoy a piece of goodness.
Yes I cut my hair, and yes we finally finished Oliver's gravestone. I designed it myself and I'm quite happy with the result. It's always nice to visit him; it's so peaceful there.
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