Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Saturday, September 04, 2010
The Dance
Dancing to the music played by his new forklift. He says that its rock-n-roll and, everytime the music button is pushed, he dances like a mad man.
The Hand
This was my first opportunity to touch her. She had been crying up a storm in the first few minutes after her birth. It felt good to provide her with what appeared to be a bit of comfort.
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