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Dear Emilie: January 2012
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Sunday, January 15, 2012. Darling. I wish I could record these moments and play them back with rhapsody (in blue), eyes closed, as accurately as neurons firing in your own skull. One day that won’t seem so sci-fi or Hollywood. Until then…. I find myself in the uncomfortable position of stupefied gratification when you assert. Yourself. Should I reach for my staff and draw the metaphorical line, or even worse, spare not the proverbial rod? I know, beyond expression becomes a difficult, if not impossible p...
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Dear Emilie: March 2011
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Thursday, March 24, 2011. Little Ms. Independent. You actually cry a little bit when you do it.not sure if that is because you naturally have empathy and know you are not supposed to be hitting or because you see the shocked look on our faces. Instead, when I sat down on the glider with you, you arched your back and you slide off the chair and walked to the back of the glider and began rocking me! What a role reversal! Thank goodness you never fell off the bed! Mommy will always miss those days when you ...
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Dear Emilie: 0-3 Months
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Dear Emilie: September 2011
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Friday, September 30, 2011. Oh my gosh I cannot believe it has been this long since I wrote you last. Boy how you have changed in the last 6 months! Actually, it seems you get a little smarter every week. This summer we spent some time at the beach and you LOVED jumping in the waves. You learned how to say “Seashells” and know that they come from the beach. You have quite the sweet tooth…you love dots, M and Ms and honey! You love Barbie dolls and take them to your crib to sleep now. When mommy asked you...
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Dear Emilie: February 2011
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Sunday, February 6, 2011. Those Feet Were Made for Walking. You have really started walking now and you are quite the sight! You are so proud of yourself and smile and giggle as you make your way across the room. It’s amazing how balanced you are at such a young age! You actually say words without being prompted which really shows me how brilliant you are. For example, when someone puts their jacket on, you say bye bye before they even make it to the door! So Marley eats pretty well these days! You are a...
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Dear Emilie: January 2011
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Monday, January 17, 2011. Now that Ive actually started writing you letters, Im kicking myself for not having done it sooner. Then again, its nice have a body of time to look back and reflect on. Like a year. Your first year. Well lets see, so many things stand out. You first bath, your first trip to the hospital (ask Mom to tell you about the Tapioca Iincident). The first time you fell asleep on me, your first tooth, your first birthday and so many more. Saturday, January 15, 2011. December 26, 2009.
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Dear Emilie: June 2011
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Tuesday, June 14, 2011. A Poem for You. I thought you might enjoy this. But I know that she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boats nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it. Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing and when they finally hand you heartbreak, slip hatred and war unde...
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Dear Emilie: Ode to Hitch
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Sunday, January 15, 2012. Darling. I wish I could record these moments and play them back with rhapsody (in blue), eyes closed, as accurately as neurons firing in your own skull. One day that won’t seem so sci-fi or Hollywood. Until then…. I find myself in the uncomfortable position of stupefied gratification when you assert. Yourself. Should I reach for my staff and draw the metaphorical line, or even worse, spare not the proverbial rod? I know, beyond expression becomes a difficult, if not impossible p...
