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I have been thinking about Hanna a lot lately.  I feel like her birthday post was a little sidetracked with my thoughts of just having visited my grandma. When Devin and I were trying to decide to have another baby or not five or so years ago, I worried about Hanna.  I knew that I wanted Hallie to have a sibling, but I worried if we had one more then Hanna would be in the dreaded middle spot of a family of three children. (Assuming at that time that we would not have four). As we talked though we decided Hanna had a strong enough personality that she could handle being a "middle". And yet, sometimes I worry that because she takes care of herself so well I lost out on some opportunities to be mom for her specially.  I began to worry that's what happened with her birthday post.  So this one is for you kid, just you.  Hanna is  As I try to begin, I realize I have a dilemma.  How do you describe  in writing, a format that is by nature somewhat permanent, something that is by

This afternoon while the cookie dough rested in the fridge before we carefully spooned it in to our mouths, and eventually place small piles onto a cookie sheet, Hallie and I wrote poems about spring.  Here is Hallie's: Spring, spring, Beautiful spring Trees and flowers in bloom It's so nice to see  The whole world Coming back to life In spring Here is mine: Spring needs green  like I need chocolate and she needs music and he needs broken down cars to tinker with in all his unsold hours -- and Spring needs green like the birds need a nest and bunnies need a burrow and bees need a hive to hide and sleep and store all their honey treasure and Spring needs green like the sky needs blue and your eyes need brown and my favorite sweater needs  grey  with a spot of mustard on the sleeve and Spring needs green like I need tulips and bird song and warm winds and little buds holding an infinite promise