Monday, October 19, 2009

Quadruple Fast Forward

On the 13th anniversary of my son's due date, I spent quality time at the garden at the older kids' middle school, digging and digging and digging.


Eldest, Me and Daughter

And I spent quality time at the hospital rocking and rocking and rocking.


Welcome to this Life, Oliver

Growing seasons, indeed. Welcome, Oliver, to the world of love and enchantment and dirt and compost. Get your hands dirty, little one.




7 comments:

Sophie said...

And I bet as you sat there rocking you were remembering when your own were that small. They grow too fast, don't they?

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

Oh, sweet babies. They bring back those wonderful memories, don't they? What a sweetie.

Stillie said...

If they would stay newborns, I'd have, like, 20 of them. Unfortunately, they grow into demons after about 1.5 years...

angie said...

So nice to "see" you......rocking babies is so wonderful, isn't it?

Anne said...

For those of us who are past the baby stage, seeing new babies is fabulous. When your own are new, you are too tired and stressed to be able to enjoy it. I wish I had a baby now that I could enjoy it.

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