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Sitting in a quiet hospital room next to my recovering sleeping daughter somehow makes me feel lonelier than ever, if that's even possible. I've had 9 solitary hours to think. And wonder. And hope. And hope.
The day you were born marks only your entry into the world. Every day after that, the ones where you've proven your unmeasurable worth and awesomeness, those are the ones to celebrate. (But celebrate your birthday too, because another year of your life makes me want to.)  |
AuthorMy name is Lori. It rhymes with Story. How lucky is that... But seriously, this blog is probably not read by anyone, and I use it mainly as a place to post things that come to my mind, or things that amaze me in some way, or pictures of things that I come across in my few travels to here and there. Plus, I do post book reviews here because it's required in order for me to remain in the book review bloggers program. Other than that, I can't imagine there would be anyone actually interested in what I have to say or share, but it's here should that ever happen! Archives
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