Tonight, sitting in the 32-degree cold and rural dark outside of my sister's house, I saw three shooting stars.
"One for each of us," I thought. Nora, Patrick, and me.
I am extraordinarily lucky to have these people I so admire and love as my siblings and ballasts.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
On my magnificent good fortune
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darkness,
extraordinary good fortune,
family,
rural beauty,
shooting stars,
siblings,
winter
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My cousin recently had a baby girl and named her Nora. There are so many new babies in my family all the time, but this one - I won't have any problems remembering her name.
I love the Dahn siblings :-)
Wow. The Dahn siblings are so important to me and my life that I don't have words.
Betsy Q. - I'm all for the world having more Noras! That can only be a good thing.
Buzz-Nom - And the Dahn siblings love YOU!
Sarah - The Dahn siblings would not be the Dahn siblings without the Cooks. Indelible impact.
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