March 19, 2002.
Your letter arrived and Allison
arrived on the same day. It is raining and gray. The trees are just starting
to bud, no colors. Our living room is covered with Allison's and Natasha's
stuff. Baby blankets, a walker, diapers and wipes, clothes and rings for
teething, objects for Natasha to view. This is like a circus tent of love
for a child. She moves from person to person, she smiles and laughs we
smile and laugh we are encouraged to be wonderful, we ask her to learn.
She falls asleep and rests for a couple of hours. She awakens and acclimates
her little body. She looks around, seeing life after a nap. Every moment
is a learning experience for her. She lies on the soft blanket and struggles
to get up onto her knees; she pushes her hands to the floor trying to raise
her little body up. It is a task; a hard task and we see it. We are afraid
that she will bust her mouth on the floor. This is all part of her struggle
today at our home.
March 20, 2002
Natasha is lying in bed with your
mom. She is dressed in yellow and looking up at the world. Three cats are
asleep. I want to take a picture, Mom says," Don't you dare."
Good Morning.
BABY PURCELL Letter #1 by Laurel
BABY PURCELL Letter #2 by Laurel
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Tom
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