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Thursday, March 01, 2007

Perfection

From across the dimly lit room a soft music plays. Rain begins to pitter-patter against the window, softly at first, then harder. Belly full of mama's milk, my baby girl nestles her head into the curve of my neck and with a sigh, slips into sweet slumber.

I never knew until this moment that my heart had been incomplete.

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posted by Amy at 8:06 PM

2 Comments:

Blogger reader_iam said...

I remember the exact moment that I received that particular gift of revelation from my (then) infant son.

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12:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How incredibly sweet.

11:10 PM  

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