There be many shapes of mystery,
and many things God makes to be,
past hope or fear,
and the end men looked for cometh not,
and a path is there where no one sought.
so hath it fallen here.
--Euripides
Saturday, May 12, 2007
As always, Autumn continues to grow. It is astonishing how quickly babies grow--now she isn't plumping out so much as growing longer. When you cradle her, her legs stick out from under your arms. She is getting old man jowls, plump cheeks drooping slightly on either side of her mouth, giving her a rather serious look.
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