Hello, Baby. You are almost ONE! A few years ago, I posted a letter I wrote to your big sister on the eve of her first birthday. She was my first baby. You are my last. She, my best girl, and you, my best boy.

The day we met

I remember when I was pregnant with you. I felt so guilty, because I felt like I wasn’t bonding with you. You were growing inside of me, and I was distracted with motherhood and life, with a very scary accident your sister went through, and with the seeming unending stress of my career. The world…


Hello, Baby. Not “a” baby or “the” baby anymore, but still “my” baby. Perhaps “Toddler” is a better name for you now. After all, when I turn on your bunny shaped light in the morning, and its light awakens your sleepy, dark room, there you are, standing in your crib with your disheveled hair and expectant grin, waiting for me to pick you up so you can start your busy day. You usually hand me your momma bunny — the lovey I gave you so that you’re not alone every night. I slept with momma bunny tucked into my shirt…


And lessons you might learn from him, too.

My first memory of him is from when I was two years old, living in Schofield Barracks, Hawaii. He was just coming home from a deployment to Australia, and was happy to see his wife and children. I had not seen this man in months – which seemed like an eternity. He was dressed in battle fatigues and had with him a huge (huge in the mind of a two-year-old at least) stuffed animal kangaroo. My dad was home.

My father, who I affectionately refer to as the Colonel, served his country for thirty years before retiring in 2001. One…

Maura K.

California attorney, but always a Buckeye

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