Sunday, May 3, 2009

My Everything



Caleb and I have a regular tradition: dancing in the kitchen. If I will remember anything in the coming years, when my son towers over me, and I can no longer coerce him into holding me tight around the neck, or listening to me read aloud to him, it will be moments like this. Twirling with Caleb across the sun-drenched kitchen with nothing in the world more important to do.
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  1. UnknownMay 3, 2009 at 2:06 PM

    Oh, tear*

    I spend a lot of time dancing with my girls too. If anything, I want them to forget that I was sometimes crabby, that I didn't always want to act out the Cinderella movie for the 100th time, that I got mad over silly things, and I want them to remember that I loved to dance with them and have fun and laugh and be silly...and that I am always available for a hug and a kiss.

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