Annie Turns One Year Old

DIARY

Your laughter spun time into a dervish, and here we are. A year old.

My dear Annie Elizabeth, you deserve to hear this from me.

I’m sorry.

As it turns out, somewhere between two and three children was the time it took to make these little videos, these little poems about your getting older. It’s not that we didn’t take ten thousand pictures—we did—it’s just that you turned out to be the tipping point in time.

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