I really can't find the words to blog about Nora's first birthday. I can't find the words to describe how she joined our family and it was like there was always a spot there just waiting for her. I can't explain what it is like to not remember a time when she was not right there. When I didn't know what her sweet little face looked like. When I had never heard her giggle. Eleanor made her entrance into our world very quietly. Not in that Scientology silent birth way, defanitely not that, but in a sweet swift way that made it so that I can't imagine what the world was without her.
Happy Birthday, little one. You are my heart.
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Happy Birthday, Nora (or Nola, as Clementine calls here)
Oh, and yum-o--that cake looks delicious. She wears it well. Clementine had on that shirt today!
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