tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468179197946374164.post5406673355585640200..comments2023-10-22T07:02:11.798-04:00Comments on brooklynometry: Mouth of Babesamarillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06145474039245058818noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468179197946374164.post-38528304340915513892008-02-07T09:13:00.000-05:002008-02-07T09:13:00.000-05:00I know, the truth of life is that things are heart...I know, the truth of life is that things are heartbreakingly ephemeral.amarillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06145474039245058818noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468179197946374164.post-81363925252671239462008-02-07T08:55:00.000-05:002008-02-07T08:55:00.000-05:00I often feel the same regret for not recording tho...I often feel the same regret for not recording those moments in some way. I think that, maybe, we get caught up in the fleeting and spontaneous nature of those moments so that we don't think to stop and write them down at the time. Overall, that's probably a good thing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468179197946374164.post-29072849369208037872008-02-06T13:40:00.000-05:002008-02-06T13:40:00.000-05:00I can't wait until my little guy starts talking. ...I can't wait until my little guy starts talking. that's wonderful.Lohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10507793708832982682noreply@blogger.com