Son
He is our firstborn and he uses all of his privileges.
ALL BEAUTY in the world is either a memory of Paradise or a prophecy of the transfigured world. ~ Nicholas Berdyaev, The Divine and the Human
Showing posts with label my son. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my son. Show all posts
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Through the Story
My story telling ends very quickly with my 14 month old son. After "Once upon a time..." we jump right to the end, "So the chicken laid a simple egg, not a golden one."
Every day of this stage development passes by momentarily; from learning how to dance with the music to turning the pages in a book and putting his own shoes on.
I don"t want to miss any of these!
And you, my baby, are doing a good job!
My story telling ends very quickly with my 14 month old son. After "Once upon a time..." we jump right to the end, "So the chicken laid a simple egg, not a golden one."
Every day of this stage development passes by momentarily; from learning how to dance with the music to turning the pages in a book and putting his own shoes on.
I don"t want to miss any of these!
And you, my baby, are doing a good job!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)