"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Friday, April 23, 2010

Today Charlotte woke up much earlier than I would have liked. This happens most days. So I let her play in the living room while I lay on the couch and tried to snooze. Charlotte came over and giggled at me and poked her little fingers in my face and squeezed my nose. I tickled her back. She's pretty funny. I love her babbling talk — duhda da da ma muh ma ma. Just another part of her I wish I could save forever.

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