I feel like I've spent my life looking for where I was meant to be.
This is the record of where I found it and what I did once I got there.
Monday, September 21, 2009
It was a good weekend. Spent with good friends.
And now, she sleeps. So peaceful, so beautiful. I kept looking at her this weekend and thinking how *fun* she is now. She's onery and joyful and stubborn and kind and I'm so proud of her and the little girl she's growing into being. But this morning, wonderfully, she's my baby again. Curling into my arms and sighing to sleep. "These are the days of miracle and wonder."