Friday, August 29, 2008

Babies, Books, and Birthdays

Of my three brothers, William is the youngest, and he turns seven today. I can hardly believe it; I mean, seven is a lot older than six. We started school a few days ago and I was simply amazed at how much William seemed to have learnt over the summer -- I had no idea that he could read so well. And now that he is seven, he will probably be reading books like the Magic Tree House series and Junie B. Jones on his own .... Sob. I can't believe he is seven.

On another literary note, the other night I finished reading The Death of Jayson Porter by Jaime Adoff. This is a book that should be read. Period (except for those who find they can't stomach hard-core content).

I've been rereading It's Not the End of the World by Judy Blume. I love that book.

This morning was spent playing with my four-year-old friend and his baby brother; and during all this fun, the boys' mother told me she was expecting another baby!

I'm a sucker for babies -- the kind of person who gasps with raw emotion when she sees one ....

I shrieked and threw my arms around her.

Wish William (who will always be my baby) a Happy Birthday in your heads.


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