Day 17: November 12, 2003
Giddy.
Yes, that has been the word drifting in and out the last few days. Despite the coldness and the impenetrable dark. There were flowers for the day. And every anniversary, even in distance, is worth celebrating in its time.
Today, I un-expectantly entered school to find a newly born infant at rest. Another’s mother, no less surprised. No less blessed.
Giddy. Yes. I’ll stick to that word.
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