No one has ever called me graceful, I think I know why.
My husband, who has risen to fatherhood with a natural ability and sweetness that brings a tear to my eye, had to fly up the stairs today after I yelled for him to find me on my knees - face covered in blood. Somehow I slipped on our dining room floor and connected my face to the hard corner of our rocking chair. Thankfully I wasn't holding Henry at the time of my flight. I also don't think I broke my nose, its not swelling too badly, and I don't think I'll have a black eye - but dear GOD it hurt. And the blood. I was dizzy from the volume lost. It wasn't pretty people. Not pretty at all.
So happy Father's Day my love. I thought I would give you something to remember your first with.
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I want to say that I love your blog! Reading through your posts reminds me so much of my experiences with my own little man who was born March 2007. I am new to the whole blogging arena but I too have a site. I promise I named it before I saw what you named yours, lol! Anyway, I just wanted to let you know I enjoy reading your posts and look forward to relating more to a fellow mom!
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