Now

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Now you are eight monthsand then you’ll be eight yearsand now you’re the youngestbut then you’ll likely be the oldest.But we won’t worry about then,because now is enough.Now we’re both herebut with places to goand lessons to teachand lessons to … Continued

Restless Leg Syndrome

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This baby is awake–her legs are climbing stairs.There are no stairs in bedbut she doesn’t seem to care.Her climbing muscles firewith no promise of abatement.“Restless leg syndrome”would be an understatement.

Big Days

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On Thanksgiving day you pulled yourself to standing. We were all surprised.On Christmas day you climbed a stair, and proceeded to climb the whole flight.And on New Year’s Day, what shall you do? Say a word? Take a step?Maybe wait until your … Continued

Me and Mary

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I’m now quite sure that Mary “treasured up all these things”while nursing baby Jesus. And I hope she could sleep while He slept.I wonder if she had done much baby-proofing by the time the wise men came.And did she have a high shelf … Continued

Good to Know

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I could gain thirty pounds and still not be technically overweight.Good to know.Some celebrities broke up, and some went on a date.Good to know. Whole wheat is good for you or whole wheat is bad.Good to know.And just for Christmas … Continued

Festive

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Tis three days before Christmas and I’m sick in bed. My face is kind of greenish, my nostrils are red. So I’m looking pretty festive as I sit here sipping tea.  I bet that even Santa wishes he were me.

Some Other Year

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December twenty-one, shortest day of the year.All the days are too short as Christmas draws near.Like the anti-thief in the night, the day will be here,and I won’t be ready. That’s what I fear.Let’s give up on the parties and … Continued

Farther

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Remember when we used to walk the same old streets but farther?We had the lovely feeling that our world was getting larger.Around each bend was something we had never seen beforeand we’d get home so tired for we always wanted … Continued

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