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Isn’t She Lovely?

Posted on November 27, 2007

Thanks, Stevie, for putting our wonder into words. Isn’t she lovely Isn’t she wonderfull Isn’t she precious Less than one minute old I never thought through love we’d be Making one as lovely as she But isn’t she lovely made from love Isn’t she pretty Truly the angel’s best Boy, I’m so happy We have been heaven blessed I can’t believe what God has done through us he’s given life to one But isn’t she lovely made from love Isn’t she lovely Life and love are the same Life is Aisha The meaning of her name Londie, it could have not been done Without you who conceived the one That’s so very lovely made from love

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Categories: Mama Sap

Tune in Tomorrow

Posted on November 26, 2007

The girls are tucked away in bed, Sean and I are weary from a weekend of home improvements and trying to shake this nasty bug that has taken stubborn root in our chests. I came downstairs this morning, head feeling heavy and swollen, and perched on the couch in front of Sean. “What are you doing?” He asked. “Umm, just waking up. I feel like hell.” “Why don’t you go back to bed?” He asked. “Ummm, I don’t know.” “Go. Take care of yourself. Sleep.” He smiled. “Ummm, ok, ” I’m particularly brilliant and articulate while pregnant and sick in the morning. I trudged upstairs, looked at the clock which read 9:30, and rolled face down in the pillow with a whimper and a…

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Categories: Mama Sap, Me

I never knew I hated you

Posted on November 25, 2007

Oh, the weight of the revelation. I got my hair cut today, many, many inches came off. Watching the transformation I began calling out silent taunts in my head to the falling locks, “See ya suck-ah! And stay gone, punk. We’re going to be just fine.” I was surprisingly relieved to see it gone. To see my face. Then at home we had another transformation, painting our living room a color called Stony Fields. The previous color was granny smith apple green. I thought I loved it, just like I thought I loved my hair. So wrong. I hated the green, hated it. And Stony Fields? I want to sing I am so happy, besotted with our milk chocolaty walls. Purrrr. Was this really…

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Categories: Love

It’s Me(me)

Posted on November 25, 2007

I am much happier with my hair than this picture might suggest. I actually skipped out of the salon today, Sean had asked me what I was going to do and I had mentioned a cut and bangs. He said, “Sure, whatever, you always says you’ll do something different and you come back and it looks the same.” This is true, I admit it. He usually reminds me before I go that my hair was short when he fell in love with me and that I was heavier when we met. “I love you no matter what you look like, babe. Do what feels right,” and he sends me off with a kiss. This time, I really did it. “Shoulder lenght? Longer? Above the…

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Categories: Me

The envelope bore my name.

Posted on November 24, 2007

There it was, my name, scrawled in harsh black ink, staring up at me for the too-thin-to-be-good news envelope. I tossed aside the happy Cookie magazine with its radiant cover girl Christy Turlington smiling her I-have-no-money-woes smile. The ominously light envelope sat a few inches away. I dreaded its message, but knew I’d not have a moment’s peace until I faced the devil inside. Please, please, please don’t let the holiday season start with a bounced check. But this was foolish, bounced checks come in, machine generated, perforated, insert finger and clide here type envelopes…or so I’ve heard. Oh, god, are they breaking up with us? Dropping us as clients? Again, totally foolish, Sean’s business and our personal accounts, as well as our tax…

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Categories: Me