* Today is my anniversary. I never get used to the fact that this life that I have and love - it all started seven years ago today. Without that one day, none of the others could have happened.
* Yesterday was Sawyer's (my nephew of sorts) first birthday and baptism. If you have never been to a one-year-old birthday party, you have no idea how fun they are. I read a poem in the baptism ceremony, and got choked up. Which was uncharacteristically sappy of me, but I looked up and Sawyer was staring right at me, with those big blue eyes and white linen overalls, and it was just too much - the promise of the Covenant and the promise of life and possibility celebrated in a first birthday all at the same time. I read The Lamb, by William Blake, from Songs of Innocence, for those who care about that sort of thing.
* I'm reading We Were the Mulvaneys, by Joyce Carol Oates. I've read short stories by her, but this is my first of her novels.
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I want to read something by her. Let me know what you think. I just started Middlesex and LOVE it so far.
I get choked up when reading emotionally.
William Blake at a baptism ceremony. Love it. There's a fearful symmetry there.
Happy anniversary!
I wonder what Blake would think, being part of a baptism...
The irony of Blake at a baptism was not lost on me. But it's a poem I memorized in childhood - the result of growing up with a poetic mother - so it felt like the thing to do.
ughhh I didn't like We Were the Mulvaneys. She has other, awesomer novels. Hmm.
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