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She’s a year old today.*

I can’t believe that this picture was taken actually almost exactly one year ago from this very moment. I saw our daughter’s little dirt-red head and crinkly spindly little body. And I wanted nothing more than to hold her and just look at her. “Honey, look at her. She’s beautiful.” I couldn’t believe I was living in that moment.

(My wife, of course, has other memories. Not so pleasant at the time. Believe me, I was shaking for her and trying to feel her. But I guess my excitement just goofily took me over.)

And now she’s one year old. Eating grown-up food. Today, we helped some friends move. Had to leave a bit early, but I grabbed some pizza on the way out. I gave her bits of the pizza crusts. She wanted more. A girl after her daddy’s heart.

There is so much more I want to say. But I’ve been saving those gushy little daddy diaries at our family blog, for the most part. So I’ll redirect you there. Come back here tomorrow for other news. And go to www.familydyegest.blogspot.com for wonderful pics of the cutest one year old I’ve ever laid eyes on.

*Do you think it’s a bit weird when people use metaphors derived from the things they are trying to erase from memory. It’s like saying, “I will combat war.” Or how about, “Let’s kill gang violence”? War metaphors, of course, are hard to deny - they’re so ingrained into our collective psyche by the popular machine. Now, try saying that you are going to momentarily cease writing about your thematic series on a Road and traveling on it while you are in the middle of the series so that you can focus on something more important for the moment. Did you want to inject words like “detour” or “off-road”? Yeah. See? It’s a bit hard isn’t it?

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