Sunday, October 12, 2008


Most of the time as a parent I feel authoritative I guess, that it is my job to direct Abby and most everyone knows my girl, she needs it. But, once in awhile there are those times when I feel like she is my pal. The house was all quiet, the early morning light was streaming through the sliding glass door. We sat on the hearth, our backs to the toasty fire, cereal bowls in our lap, eating breakfast together and talking.

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