Thursday, September 18, 2008

Blur

Flew the red-eye back in the wee-hours of full-moon Tuesday and am feeling only half awake but wildly wired. The sky seems sloppy, all blurred at its rough blue edges. It is Week 29: my hair still smells of Monday's fire; the baby now weighs almost three pounds; she has just begun to dream.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wouldn't it be lovely to know what those dreams are... her little life so pure and innocent.. no influence but that of her loving parents songs and sweet whispers.
Love,
hol

Anonymous said...

oh, i am the only person on this earth to be with child! god bless you nicole, just maybe your unborn can save this world!

Joe Hefner said...

b-day gift and card on the way...three parts in the box...sorry about the duct tape...