May 24, 2011
It’s mid-afternoon and I’m getting dressed for Cole’s doctor’s appointment. Chessa is in the bathroom playing at my heels, pulling my cotton balls and hair spray out of the bathroom drawers. Between brushing my teeth and asking her to please put mommy’s stuff back, I bounce a little on my toes and pull my jeans [...]
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December 13, 2010
Not the one I played softball with, she was nice. The one that shows me little tiny glimpse of myself in my daughter. Most of the time, people look at her and comment on how much she looks like her daddy. “Little Craig,” they laugh or “oh… you’re daddy’s girl, aren’t you,” they say. The [...]
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