Almost three and a half years ago, this maple tree was where Sylvia was born.
A dream birth, a perfect little girl.
It is still amazing to me to see her play under that tree, after so many miscarriage losses before she joined us. I wondered whether we would ever have a seventh living child.
Every time I see this tree, I smile. Sylvia knows the story of where she was born, although I am not sure she totally understands yet.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
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4 comments:
Very cool. Her birth was just perfect.
I love that we both carried to term the same year. Just so special.
I think she will not truly understand until she is pregnant with a child of her own. I suddenly understood all of my mother's pregnancy and birth stories then.
I love your birth story. I tell all my friends about you and your deer baby.
I remember reading her birth story right after she was born. It was so perfect and I have to confess I've relayed it a few times over the years since.
You'll never want to move that's for sure.
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