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w November 04, 2003

Independence Day

Apologies to all who have been awaiting new Bean stories...I know you're out there.
I kept her home from preschool yesterday as we're both fighting off colds, but thought I'd give it a whirl today. Partially because I really wanted a little quiet time to let my Advil Cold & Sinus kick in, but also because we're going to be out of town for 2 weeks, and I didn't want her to miss THREE weeks worth of school. So, took her in, and lo and behold...she had a great day. Smiled the entire time, apparently, ate a good part of her lunch, let her vision teacher work with her without wigging out, etc.

The only semi-bittersweet realization I had was that she's truly becoming her own little person...she has people outside of me and her father that she loves and enjoys being with. That's a wonderful, tremendous thing, and I think it says volumes about her progressing development, but it's still hard to think I'm not always going to be the most important person in her life.

No one ever really tells you what it's like to have your heart walk around outside your body.

by at November 04, 2003 3:41 PM | TrackBack Comments

How true, Heather, how true... And I'm just a Dad! Just wait until they're fifteen and pushing you away on purpose...

By the way, I'm one of those who have been waiting for new stories here. October has been a long, dry month...


Posted by: Serge Morgan on November 4, 2003 7:01 PM
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