seems like yesterday--
born into my arms. now? your
last night of seven.
9.22.2011
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How interesting...my girl had her first day of seven on the 22nd.
ReplyDeleteSweet memory haiku
cosmoscami
aw!
ReplyDeletei miss seven already, but eight is gonna be great.
instant teary-eyed-ness here...
ReplyDeletesigh.
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