Category: The Nursery
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Scary Dreams
“Mommy?” she whispered, trying to climb in our big bed. I rolled over and pulled her in, snuggling her in between us, breathing in the scent of freshly washed hair. “Mmmmm?” “I had a scawy dweam.” I opened my eyes and saw her big brown ones staring at my face, desperate. “Do you want to…
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What Gets Me
It’s the whispers that get me. Or maybe it’s the bouncing eyebrows. Or perhaps the twinkle in brown eyes. But mostly, I think it’s the feel of her molding into me, clinging to Digger Dog, as she curls up in between Bri and me under the warmth of heavy blankets. “I love you,” she murmurs,…
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I Can’t Hear You
There is a train that goes by our house once a week, sometimes more. Off in the distance we can hear its whistle announcing its arrival. And every time that whistle blows, Bella comes running, hands over her ears, tears streaming down her face. “MOMMY! The twain! Is loud!” She screams in complete and utter…
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Nightly Routines
After a long day, the cuddling and rocking of bedtime routines are cathartic. Inhaling deeply, I smell Dove soap and baby lotion as Bella climbs on my lap in the chair by her window. “We can’t forget to rock, Mommy,” she whispers. I pull her close, her Digger Dog held tightly. I lean my face…
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Birthday Blessings From the Mouth of Babes
My dear friend from college, Marni, has a little boy about 9 months younger than our Audrey. He is absolutely, breath-takingly adorable. AND he is obsessed (with a capital O) with my daughter. To celebrate my birthday on Monday, Marn, sent me this, (and it almost made me spit coffee all over myself). Enjoy… We’re…
A Spring of Joy 