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09/17/2007 in Toddler E. | Permalink
Okay- after reading your entry, I was thinking... Wow, she is so talented and I'm always moved to tears with her writing. Where does it come from? Then I read your Mom's comment, and it was clear. It's from her. Her comment made me cry too! You Hernandez women have a beautiful gift of expressing your feelings. I love reading what you write!
I hope and pray you both are feeling good :)
09/19/2007 at 02:09 PM
It flies, "my little brown eyes..." It just--flies.
Today I was driving in to work with the cd you gave me last week (of the Eagles' music), and I did a huge--I mean "There's a RED LIGHT--STOP!"-type HUGE flashback...
I'm 21 years old, I'm driving my primary-green Chevy Nova hugging the bend on a Montana mountainside, windows rolled down to the chill mountain air, "Take It Easy" blaring out the tape deck... my whole "independent" life just really beginning, my heart and mind blissfully ignorant to the brevity of it all...
I wanna go back and do it all over again. I want to meet your daddy, and walk down the aisle again on Valentine's Day... hold you in my arms, just minutes old, amazed that "we" could become "she"... Take a bazillion pictures of you in every light, from every angle, and then wonder where the money is coming from to develop twelve rolls of film... I just want--to go back.
Squeeze the life out of every single moment--good, bad, joyous, gutwrenching--all of it, honey.
Missing all of u,
09/17/2007 at 07:18 PM
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