Sunday, March 02, 2008

I Could Cry

It's 63 degrees outside. The windows are open. I hear the snow melting from our roof. The house is almost done, Dailah is sleeping and Trysten is preparing to go outside. This is, I think, what people are referring to when they say, "Life is beautiful."

You thought I was talking about something else in the subject line didn't you?

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