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My dearest Emma, You are now six years old. This year has been a whirlwind. Heck, your whole life has been a whirlwind. How is it that you were so tiny just a little bit ago? A little bundle. It seems so far away, and at the same time, it feels like yesterday. You want… Read more
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I’m almost certain my daughter’s front bottom tooth was flopping around in her mouth longer than 5 year old’s teeth are supposed to flop. Seriously, I lost track of time, but it began to wiggle weeks ago, months even. We predicted when it would come out, yet all predictions, Thanksgiving, and Christmas passed. Still the… Read more
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Last night, way past a normal bedtime for a 5 year old, my little EK and I were snuggling in. Saying our prayers and our I love yous. When suddenly she said, “I’m probably going to forget you when I grow up.” Why, I asked. Why would you forget me? She answered because she would… Read more
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I can’t help but wonder if all mothers cry when their baby turns five years old? As soon as my eyes opened, I began to think of you. Not that that’s anything new. You are always the first thought to cross my mind. And as a sidenote, you will always be the first thought to… Read more
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Okay, here we go. I must start this blog with a disclaimer. There are bloggers who make money blogging. I’m not one of them (although that’d be swell). There are bloggers who have perfect pictures of projects that people pin on Pinterest. I’m not one of them. I don’t even know how to put a P… Read more
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My Dearest Emma Kate, Happy Birthday dear one! Goodness. I just can’t believe it. My heart overflows with love and gratitude for the absolute blessing you are in all of our lives. My words are truly inadequate to express my feelings and emotions. As I sit here, I try to think of what to say to… Read more
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It seems I have a love/hate relationship with Pinterest. Anyone else? I love all the “stuff” it offers, the great ideas, the pictures of beautiful places, the words of wisdom it imparts. Like this one: One of my favorites. But I hate all the other”stuff” about it. The pressure it exerts to be the perfect,… Read more
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We danced in the rain, arms outstretched, face upwards. We water-colored and crayon colored. We cooked and sang. We kicked a soccer ball and practiced writing the letter S. We read books and looked for hidden objects in the pictures. There are a million things my mind tells me I should be doing. Like packing… Read more
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My dearest Emma Kate, Last night you went to bed as a two-year old and today you woke as a three-year old! But not technically. You actually have until 2:47 this afternoon until you can officially say you’re three. You are the absolute most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. I love you… Read more
Angel Wheeler 