Nine years ago, when I was just pregnant with our first, Mark had a dream about a little blond boy. His little blond boy. Well, three girls later and having waited long enough, I tried to convince him that maybe that boy he had seen long ago was a grandson. He was not convinced. End's up, he was right all along.
"There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your feet having squandered a fortune far away." (Jane Kenyon)
Sunday, April 11, 2010
A Little Blond Boy
Nine years ago, when I was just pregnant with our first, Mark had a dream about a little blond boy. His little blond boy. Well, three girls later and having waited long enough, I tried to convince him that maybe that boy he had seen long ago was a grandson. He was not convinced. End's up, he was right all along.
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3 comments:
He is so absolutely perfect Ann!
What a sweet picture and little one :)
How beautiful!!
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