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Perfect Imperfection

Tonight we put up our Christmas tree, the first Ravella/Gilbert tree. Actually we have two trees. One is artificial. It is perfect. It has p...

Saturday, February 2, 2008


I have nothing to say.

1 comment:

  1. Ugh...I remember seeing my Dad's head stone for the first time and it just made my heart sink. For some reason, I felt the need to clean it as there were sticks and grass all over it. I didn't cry at his funeral or any other time until then - which was 10 years later. That was rough. "Reality," that's a perfect description.