Andrea turned another year older today. There's not much I can say except how much she amazes me, and how much I love her. Her favorite dinner includes revenge. She's tall but not yet elegant--working on it. She's learning to choose.
Parents sometimes talk about children as being their legacy. That almost but not quite touches it.
I touched the surface of the ocean, and the waves have made the ripple mighty.
Happy birthday, Andrea. Blessed be!
The Journal
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The cover is embossed with gold foil, artwork of an ancient Persian garden
with a pair of deer. I open the new journal. The spine crackles faintly,
and t...
3 weeks ago
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