Blogging I'm sure comes in waves. The composition on the way to soccer this morning, is tucked away on a clipboard in backup memory, while this current detail surfaced. I started notifying people that they are on my favorites list, and ran across a beautiful, personalized "ICor. 13".
I don't think that was her intention. (I have to put a label on everything) But it's beautiful. This mom-blogger is a beautiful writer, and she captured my oh-so-often-thought-about words. The poem that follows is beautiful, it reminds me of kind friends who listen to the chatter that flows so freely from my mouth. Mrs. K said it all. How beautiful.
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