Category: The Nursery
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Must. Stop. Time.
Last night we curled in her bed and read together, and I watched her fingers trace the outline of Maid Marion’s wedding dress. Her eyes lit up and then turned dreamy, and I knew where her mind had gone–to her own white dress and flowers and dreams of weddings and husbands and families. She loves […]
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And so it begins…
Mommy? You wear jeans a lot, don’t you? I do, honey bunches of redheadedness, Why? Well. Perhaps you should consider wearing more skirts and different pants, you know, so you look nicer. She’s five, y’all. What will she say when she’s fifteen?
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Magic to Believe In
“Magic has to be believed in. It’s the only way it’s real” (A Little Princess) Her footfalls were soft down the stairs this morning, muffled by her sleeper jammy feet. She peeked into the den where I sat under a warm blanket in the quietness of our dark house. “Mommy?” she whispered, curling up next […]
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Bittersweet Dance Steps
When she was born, our doctor yelled (literally) triumphantly, “It’s a girl!” The nurses cheered, I cried, and Brian just grinned, looking a bit shell-shocked. (He was convinced we were having another boy, and because there are just so few surprises left in life, we had decided to not find out what we were having […]
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Daily Delight
She arrives at our bedroom door with her dolly in arms, cooing, cuddling, kissing and beaming. She waltzes out of bed. I am convinced of this. She must, because as we go about our morning routines, she cannot stop the motion of her feet or the humming from her heart as she cheers us as […]
A Spring of Joy 