I always dreamed of babies. The way they settle just right in your arms, the tiny dimples in their fingers, the heady smell of powder on their silky skin. And after eight babies in 16 years.......
I dream of napping
Thursday, March 11, 2010
This was the moment I decided that I needed to start a blog. I seem to spend so much time watching my children doing such funny, interesting, or memorable things and trying to file away the memories. The problem with this is that, after 8 children, I do not actually claim to HAVE a memory. So I see all these things, tell myself to remember these things, and tomorrow, they are gone. Perhaps, this way, I can remember.
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