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Friday, July 13, 2007
Sunday, July 1, 2007
The End
To all those who have kindly (or was it the curiosity of watching a car wreck?) read this blog and kept up with Rain Annalise's (formerly Baby Dowdel's) entry into the world, thank you. I hope I haven't frightened away anyone considering becoming a parent, because hey, at least we can all be crazy together. For those of you who are already parents: you are the unsung heroes of the world. May God bless you and keep you from losing your minds! To Tim: What an adventure, no? You put up with far too much, but I wouldn't have it any other way (*wink*).
And, finally, to Rain:
After I went to my doctor to find out if I was pregnant (at least, that's what I thought I was doing), I was shaking. I was excited and surprised, because somehow I knew you were there. I sat in a small restaurant and ate alone. I knew, I knew, I knew, but still I thought, "I'm not pregnant. God knows I'd be a terrible mother, so He won't put some poor kid in my care." But, I knew. I also knew I wouldn't tell anyone, not even your daddy, because you were a whisper, a secret in my heart. There are many things I will explain to you later about why I thought I'd be a terrible mom, but someday you'll be old enough to read and understand this: one day, before anyone knew you were here, before I ever had a chance to be your mom, before we ever shared a good or bad day together, you and I were alone in a restaurant sharing a secret, and I was in love for the second time in my life.
And, finally, to Rain:
After I went to my doctor to find out if I was pregnant (at least, that's what I thought I was doing), I was shaking. I was excited and surprised, because somehow I knew you were there. I sat in a small restaurant and ate alone. I knew, I knew, I knew, but still I thought, "I'm not pregnant. God knows I'd be a terrible mother, so He won't put some poor kid in my care." But, I knew. I also knew I wouldn't tell anyone, not even your daddy, because you were a whisper, a secret in my heart. There are many things I will explain to you later about why I thought I'd be a terrible mom, but someday you'll be old enough to read and understand this: one day, before anyone knew you were here, before I ever had a chance to be your mom, before we ever shared a good or bad day together, you and I were alone in a restaurant sharing a secret, and I was in love for the second time in my life.
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