all i can think is...i hope that my little m will get to hear the rainfall someday, and my heart does a little crunch.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
someday...
matt and i are sitting by the tree in our front room, and as he reads and i work it is very quiet (except of course when noisy me pipes up and interrupts matt's reading time-which i kind of do a lot). i'm listening to the sounds of rain falling outside at the end of a very dreary day: depending on where it is falling it sounds different...some of it is drippy, some consistent and metallic sounding, some sounds fat and slow.
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The first time Ethan heard a dog bark, it scared him to death. (not really death, but figuratively speaking). I cried and cried and cried. It was the afternoon his implant was turned on for the first time. He was about three years old.
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