"Real tears leave his eyes now. It is almost more than I can take. Before, he'd be sobbing but there were no tears. Now there are. It seems an unfair advantage. Between the tears and the cooing and his crazy drunken-old-man smiles, it's almost unbearable. There's so much joy and pain and love and wonder in my chest and behind my eyes that it's like The Unbearable Lightness of Being. It's like Patsy Cline's voice.
...Sam studied my face intently, seeming to hang on my every word, all but nodding, looking at me like I was the risen Christ. I can't help it -- I like that in a baby."
-the lovely wit of Anne Lamott
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i think i should read anne lamott. i really think i should. also, i like your blog. a lot. :)
(p.s. just THIS weekend i met a somewhat distant cousin again (our parents are cousins) and it was so GREAT that we could talk about Rilke and how much we love him and how poetry is real when it can't be put in other words...i am really happy about this. and just wanted to let you know. ;) )
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