An Admission for the Omission

I really should never miss an opportunity to practice brevity.

If you are an ardent follower you may have noticed I unceremoniously deleted my last post.  It just wasn't sitting well...and it was sad, much too sad.

What took me multiple, drawn out paragraphs (I was nodding off myself), could have been said in one. 

So as I happily prepare for our delicious grandson's first visit I can't help but reflect on my first trip home with my little one.  What I appreciate now, that I did not then, and my apparent need to share (thus the blog), has become apparent to me.

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Thirty one years ago I took my six week old daughter home to visit my folks.  I hoped for a car seat and crib.  I got neither.  My mother fashioned a crib out of a drawer with towels and sheets.  I was horrified, but now I'm over it.  My mother did the best she could, in her own quirky way.

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