Is there anything worse than being separated from those you love? And if there is, what does that say about the strangulating coils of pride and narcissism that have taken hold of me in my middle years? Maybe God has graciously given me this little guy to help me reverse this process and shed the scales of indifference.
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5 comments:
Yippee! You blogged! :)
How cuuuute!
What are "middle years"? How old are ya anyway?
I'm 36, married at 30, and suffer from accumulated self-centered baggage that is a b*tch to carry. Lord willing, I've got at least another 36 years to dump the ballast before I sink from all these holes!
i love little babies in their sleepers. they look so happy.
you'll dump that baggage. i know you can do it for the cute little baby in the sleeper. :D
[Carney Caller]
"Step right up! Dump the baggage for the lit-tle baby in the sleeper. Three tries for a dollar."
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