This morning, I thought I was dying.
Not only because of the nausea, but my body aches.
Each day, my skin stretches to make room for this healthy baby ...
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Celebrations
Sometimes when you are eight it is just time to celebrate. Celebration means so many things. This particular day meant drinking out of a silver goblet, with a custom cut straw and a chunk of orange on the side. Sipped (all at once!) throughout the meal (and whilst doing homework) this is a great way to celebrate...? life, living, being alive...
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