a formal feeling comes--
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore?
And yesterday--or centuries before?

The feet, mechanical, go round
A wooden way
Of ground, or air, or ought,
Regardless grown,
A quartz contentment, like a stone.

This is the hour of lead
Remembered if outlived,
As freezing persons recollect the snow--
First chill, then stupor, then the letting go.

Emily Dickinson
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

2nd Anniversary

I am so sorry I didn't plan on writing more earlier because I am too tired now. Your little brother keeps me on my toes and he made this day much easier on me and your Dad. I love you. I miss you. I am more angry and sad than ever that you are not here with us. Our long awaited family is beautiful but will never be complete with out you.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Unposted draft I started on his 2nd Anniversary

There's been a story in the news these last couple of days about a woman who kidnapped a baby in 1987 and the child just discovered her true identity. The woman confessed and said she had suffered several miscarriages and was desperate to have a baby. As crazy as kidnapping a baby is, I understand. I remember feeling this way after we lost Milos. That I was so baby crazy, aching, yearning for a baby that I couldn't look at another child or even come close for fear I would run off with it! ...