31 March 2010
Hello,
You are asleep upstairs in your nursery in the woodland friends swing we bought for you. I miss you, but you need a nap, so I'll talk to you on here.
When you are older I'm sure you will wonder why it is we call you "bug". We've taken to calling you "Emma-bug" from the very beginning I think. I started calling you "Boogie-bug" when you started to get the wiggles. I'm not sure exactly what prompted it. I might have been your tiny body with those big beautiful eyes you got from your Daddy. I think it may have also been that you look like a little caterpillar when we swaddle you, because you are a long little baby and you won't allow us to swaddle your legs, just your arms. Anyway, you are our little "bug" and we love you very much!
~Mommy
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On Distant Shores
I have toiled for countless years and ever felt the cost, and I've been burned by this world's cold, like leaves beneath the frost. On my knees I've crawled to You, bleeding myself dry. But the price of life is more, than I could ever buy.
And off of the blocks I was headstrong and proud, at the front of the line for the card-carrying high-browed, with both eyes fastened tight, yet unscarred from the fight, running at full tilt my sword pulled from its hilt. It's funny how these things can slip away, our frail deeds, the last will wave goodbye. It's funny how the hope will bleed away the citadels we build and fortify. Goodbye!
Night came and I broke my stride. I swallowed hard but never cried. When grace was easy to forget, I'd denounce the hypocrites. Casting first stones. Killing my own.
Then You would unscale my blind eyes and I stood battered but more wise. Fighting to accelerate. Shaking free from crippling weight. With resilience unsurpassed, I crawled my way to you at last. And on my knees, I wept at your feet. I finally believed that You still love me.
~On Distant Shores by Five Iron Frenzy
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