I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

from Mary Oliver's "The Summer Day"

Sunday, October 3, 2010

It's Probably Time


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It's probably time to move to a big kid bed when you're able to help take your crib apart.




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It's probably time to for me to admit that she looks like her father. The same father who just proposed building a "super antenna" that takes up our entire furnace room in order to avoid ever getting cable. Let's just hope that she gets my practicality. And sparkling wit, obviously.
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