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I know you're only one, And won't remember this day, But if you keep this card, I pray You consider the struggles you've won And the monumental discoveries just begun. Out of the womb's cocoon - new entity! A unique specimen of life; a wonderous creation! That initial breath of antiseptic, hope and untold expectation; Mum's exhausted, glowing recognition of your reality; The instant bond of Mum and daughter - subliminal connectivity! A most rewarding period - a year of firsts: The first banshee wail announcing your presence to the world; The first smile to melt cooing observer's hearts; The first tentative explorations of strange environs; The first taste of mushed apples and dirt; The first movement to make a ***** proud; The first torrent of information absorbed into a receptive mind; The first sight of Mum, a dog and the Wiggles; The first touch of toys, carpet and that sticky thing; The first experience of pain - a necessary evil; The first aural delights of music and speech patterns; The first shaky, awkward, but determined steps towards independence. Indeed, this first year has been momentous, However, consider - the learning curve has just started: Ahead of you, so mysterious now, are other firsts awaiting.
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
One of Many
I know you're only one, And won't remember this day, But if you keep this card, I pray You consider the struggles you've won And the monumental discoveries just begun. Out of the womb's cocoon - new entity! A unique specimen of life; a wonderous creation! That initial breath of antiseptic, hope and untold expectation; Mum's exhausted, glowing recognition of your reality; The instant bond of Mum and daughter - subliminal connectivity! A most rewarding period - a year of firsts: The first banshee wail announcing your presence to the world; The first smile to melt cooing observer's hearts; The first tentative explorations of strange environs; The first taste of mushed apples and dirt; The first movement to make a ***** proud; The first torrent of information absorbed into a receptive mind; The first sight of Mum, a dog and the Wiggles; The first touch of toys, carpet and that sticky thing; The first experience of pain - a necessary evil; The first aural delights of music and speech patterns; The first shaky, awkward, but determined steps towards independence. Indeed, this first year has been momentous, However, consider - the learning curve has just started: Ahead of you, so mysterious now, are other firsts awaiting.
14-16/5/2009 The Missing Link - Gaia's Boy Toy
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Chaos
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
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