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Seven years ago, we transferred these:
A few hours ago, I tucked this boy into bed:
What an amazing fact this is.
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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
~Emily Dickinson
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I remember! And I remember when he was born. Such a happy day! (Bet you didn't know I've been around that long. Seems weird, but I know that you know that's just kind of how the Internet is!)
Posted by: Abby | 12/05/2011 at 09:18 AM
I love this so hard.
Posted by: persephone | 12/05/2011 at 09:52 AM
What persephone said.
Posted by: AmyinMotown | 12/05/2011 at 10:02 AM
Amazing.
Posted by: electriclady | 12/05/2011 at 12:43 PM
no matter what method it takes to go from a few cells to a child it's amazing every time. :)
Posted by: lisa adams | 12/05/2011 at 02:12 PM
Wow, yes it is. I remember too. Amazing.
Posted by: Cecily | 12/06/2011 at 10:15 PM
Happy transferversary!
How I loved that Dickinson poem back in the IF struggle days--and still do!
Posted by: dee | 12/08/2011 at 08:56 PM
Agreed. Truly, truly amazing.
Also, one of the best poems ever!
Posted by: maya | 12/13/2011 at 10:22 AM