I slept through almost the entire night last night.

Maybe it is a sign that this week will be easier

than the weekend was?

I really hope so.

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Can someone explain to me

what makes babies in white onesies

so darn cute?

Jackson’s mother and I went to high school together.

She was a couple of grades older than me

and, though she didn’t know it at the time, my hero.

She was the girl in youth group that I wanted to be,

though I can only remember us actually talking

one or two times during those high school years.

Now we text during the week.

One afternoon she sent me a text that said

she can’t wait to meet the man who’ll fall in love with me

not because I can write or take pictures or anything else

just because I’m me.

That text made me want to cry.

Of course, she also texts me to tell me I have

to give up my slight obsession with Justin Bieber.

Those texts make me want to cry, too.

Justin and I are forever, Christy.  You can’t separate a love like ours.

Anyway, here’s her baby.  He and I rolled around on the floor a few weeks ago.

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