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A Short Interruption

Bits of cheerios on my living room rug commingle with piles of cooling laundry.  My abandoned open laptop drains its battery, as a barrage of e-mails, and a half-composed post on Maternity Fashion Flops, dances and dims across the screen.  
But Coco and I are snuggled up for an afternoon siesta.  The squishiness of her thighs and the scent of cupcakes behind her neck rolls lured me in. 

Her siren song was just too compelling today.  I promise to come back a very efficient adult on Monday, can you forgive me my Friday forbearance? 

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Pregnancy Inspiration: Companion

Seven years ago today, I walked into my living room and beheld the visage of my husband for the first time.  I immediately saw in him the countenance as my future spouse, and he called his mother to report reciprocal premonitions on his way home.
    
Fall 2003

So today, I ask your forgiveness in a nostalgic, sentimental message to my dear one.

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Not the Romeo to my Juliet
the Tristan to my Isolde
the Lancelot to my Guinevere,

You are the Adam to my Eve.

Our love will not end in double suicide, broken hearts, or public execution

Our love flourishes in beginnings, not ends
in endurance not extinction.

Although we’ve seen our share of sorrow

We have eaten the fruit together,
eyes open,
and begun life.

Sweat for bread,
and sorrow for conception.

We have clung to each other as one flesh in times of joy and times of tribulation

Holding hands in affliction and in happiness.

And there is no one else whose hand, I wish to hold;
My desires will always be towards you.
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I love and adore you, and I pray our son grows up to be just like his father.
To seven times seven times seven more years at your side,
Your Eternal Help Meet
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