The future calling

August 8th, 2007

I m at the airp. I don’t want 2 leave at
all and I feel sick like I am gonna barf:-&
I wish we lived here sooooooo bad
I miss u and the Molly see u soon Love Georgia

About a month ago my 7-year-old picked up my cell phone and said, “Mommy can I text you?” and I said, “Honey, you don’t know how to text.” What I should have said is “I don’t know how to text,” because I was wrong about her. What do I know? Where have I been? About a month ago she was born and how she got this far already is completely beyond accounting. I look at her now, I look at her beauty, her freshness, her supreme inalterable isness and I’m weak with it still, helpless, humbled, awed by the immensity and inexpressibility of love.


  1. Oh, my! I hope my girls don’t start this soon. Very cute, though. I’m always impressed with the things kids say, or in this case, write.

    Comment by Shawn — August 8, 2007 @ 12:48 pm

  2. it’s so intense, the love, that it’s almost painful…isn’t it?

    Comment by Wendy — August 8, 2007 @ 8:11 pm

  3. Yes! The pain is a peek, the barest hint, of what we can never know.

    Comment by Karen — August 8, 2007 @ 10:43 pm

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