Charlotte is three years old today. I really don't deserve her; no, really, I
don't. I groaned with complaint the entire nine months (and one week late)
of the pregnancy, so angry and bitter that I was having another baby--what an
inconvenience and headache! We were still in graduate school, broke,
no laundry, no space, barely managing a three and one-yr-old, tired of
diapers, no sleep, the juggling. Even through the labor and delivery I didn't
want her--nooooooooo!!!!--but, as soon as she came out, well, she's made
me the happiest of women. She's the love of my life, my special present. So,
lesson hopefully learned:
Sometimes we really don't know anything.
Sometimes we really don't know anything.
4 comments:
Oh, Ann, what a moving tribute to your youngest. I miss your family!
I still remember the day you told me your were pregnant. Shock! And if she isn't the most beautiful little thing. Truly--people pay big bucks for that, she MUST be in an ad of some sort!!
Oh, and I made your plum cake. Sinfully delicious, as all your recipes are!
I hate myself when I don't edit before hitting "send"! Nuts...
I remember that all!! And I have decided that because she and Luke were just a couple weeks apart (and both a week late) they should be betrothed. What do you say? He's pretty cute.
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