
3/30/09
3/28/09
3/26/09
taking a walk



3/24/09
3/22/09
fun with Grandpa
3/20/09
first fort!
3/18/09
first boo-boo

Our stubborn little boy wouldn't take my hand again, and then rolled over onto the sidewalk..
my heart skipped a beat when I saw his poor scrape.. and with tons of kisses, and a few tears.. he was back to his normal self again, in less than a minute :)

I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
3/15/09
playing outside
3/7/09
3/6/09
3/1/09
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