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One Sunday in May

Once upon a time, on a cloudless  and splendid Sunday in May-

a tiny boy child was born.

Upon his hallowed arrival a collective gasp filled the room.

Not because there was anything wrong with him,

not because he was unexpected,

(not even because he had just interrupted an ALL NEW episode of

The Simpsons- (DAD))

simply because he was beautiful.

Beautiful and silent.

He never cried out, never whimpered or moaned. He only gazed at us with curious eyes and what can only be described as-

instantaneous love.

The kind of love that has been nurtured over eternities,

the kind few humans ever transcend to.

We knew in that rare moment that he was not just an ordinary baby, but an ancient and virtuous soul sent here to redefine what we knew to be passion and happiness.

Never before had anyone in this room seen anything like him.

The rapture we all felt was evident on the faces of those who were lucky enough to  have greeted him on that Sunday in May.

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And, of course through the years the rapture continues…

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…and continues…

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…and continues…

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It has been eleven years since that fateful Sunday in May.

My dear Jude is slowly tip-toeing toward the edge  of his childhood.

The top of his head nearly reaches my chin.

He wears the same size of shoes as me.

Soon those silly dreams of Neverland will be only a whisper in his distant memory as he maps out his future as a

Geneticist/Naturalist/Time-Traveling Paleontologist.

Jude, this week you had your tonsils removed. Not such a big deal really, but you woke up scared and confused. All you wanted to do for the two hours following your surgery was squeeze my hand and never let go. At one point I assumed you were deep in sleep and I attempted to reclaim my hand only to find that you squeezed tighter and pulled me closer.

At that moment

(so similar to that very first Sunday),

like the selfish mother I am,

all I wanted in the world was for you to want me,

to need me that close to you forever.

If only…sigh…

Yes, I know he will let go eventually.

He has exploring to do and who am I to hold him back?

Thank you Jude for always being so true to yourself.

Thank you for being Jude.

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Happy Birthday

Julian Marek Eagar

Things I miss…

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…and the list goes on and on…

Happy Mother’s Day

to all of my mothers

wherever they are.

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Baby Mine

This world was adorned, blessed, enriched and turned upside down

by the grand arrival of our very own

Moira Scout Eagar

on April 25th, 2000

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Yes….it was a dark and stormy night

(it really was!)

-literally and figuratively speaking.

She came into our lives with a great clap of thunder

and rush of howling wind.

And, we like to say it’s been storming ever since.

We knew she would need courage and imagination to survive our roiling tempest.

We hoped she would forgive us for leaving her long hours-

with (incredibly brave) women (Havalah and Gretel)

who were just NOT mother-

mere days after she was born.

***

We still sing these words to her:

“Baby Mine, don’t you cry.

Baby Mine, dry your eyes.

Rest your head close to my heart,

never to part…Baby of Mine.”

…every night.

***

We think she may have forgiven us…or has she?

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The storm is there still…in her eyes,

imprinted for life,

dormant…

…until some far away day when the world needs saving-

and only a perfect storm can triumph.

Some say she takes after her mother (I beg your pardon!)

Maybe so, but I believe she is stronger and more true to herself than I ever was.

I see her quivering with imagination,

ready to leap out of her skin and conquer the world

…and it terrifies me.

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“My unfulfilled ambition is to write a great novel in three parts

about my adventures.

I’ve yet to have them, but they will be perfectly thrilling.”

-Wendy Moira Angela Darling

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“Real courage is when you know you’re licked before you begin,

but you begin anyways and see it through no matter what.”

-Scout Finch

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“I don’t have many real friends, but the ones I have count for extra.”

-Moira Scout Eagar

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Scout, we adore you and your spark for art and music and nature and life.

We know you are destined for only the greatest of adventures.

Our fondest hope is to see you discover and fulfill the

most precious longings of your soul.

And, should the tempest toss unceasingly-

have courage, Baby Mine…

as you were born to do!

Happy Birthday

Moira Scout!



Happy Simon Day!

On April the 15th we celebrated our

7th Annual Simon Day.

“Make me a Lego Head cake Mom! And, please put my full name on it.

That’s Simon Rex Eagar:

S-I-M-O-N   R-E-X   E-A-G-A-R.

Did you get all that?”

His wish (as usual) is my command.

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His birthday spoils were plenty as were his animated smiles and genuine exuberance for the joyous event.

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In fact, from the moment he joined the Human Race Simon has taught us through his beaming smiles that one can never be too gracious or too enthusiastic about life.

We thought we knew happiness until we first saw him smile. Even on his first birthday this little blue-eyed charmer accepted each gift with an

“Ooh! Ahhh!”

followed by a volley of hugs and kisses to the gift giver.

Simon is merriment!

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And, it’s true what they say about those who play hard…

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Simon, there is some kind of magic in your hypnotic BLUE eyes and infectious smile.

There is not a person on this earth (or otherwise) who could resist falling in love with you.

Our world would be gray and lonely without you.

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And, Simon…we’re glad you haven’t changed…TOO much!

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY

S-I-M-O-N!