April 9, 2005

Dear Mr. Bush,

Or this: After a night watching movies with friends, I have to help lift Janice up off the couch, two arms straining against the weight and she says "Someday I won't be pregnant, right?" And I laugh and say "Probably. But if not, I'll lift you off the couch forever." And both of us close our eyes, her leaning her ample weight leaning against me, and I know in my heart that I need to hang onto this moment, to not let it slip away, because soon so many more will be flooding in, trying to replace it.



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