Here's what I mean. All week I've been reading posts about parents and children. A few years ago I would have rolled my eyes and skimmed the posts; they would have felt canned and unoriginal to me. But now, I can't read them without tearing up. I get it now. I don't write more about Asher because what would I say? If you aren't a parent, I'm going to sound sentimental. And if you are, I don't need to say it. You already know.
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You're so right. Having gone through a rather traumatic time recently, I found myself resorting to cliches to explain it to other people. I realized that it sounded trite, but I just didn't have any other words to describe the experience. Even poetry is more distant from the event and so doesn't work as well as a cliche to explain the raw emotion.h
So true, so true. Are you coming to Little Brother Bean's Wedding????? I am dying to meet Asher.
just for the record, you can never tell enough Asher stories or post enough pictures. i dont get to be there all the time, and this is my way to hear those stories - keep posting, i love them, and i love the way you tell the stories. i miss you guys!!
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