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		Comment on  by Andrea		</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Mar 2013 17:08:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[What a nice story, you can feel the love.]]></description>
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		Comment on March by Patricia		</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Mar 2013 14:33:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ahhh, simple joys.  About three weeks ago, we had the opportunity to enjoy our 13 mos. old grand-daughter in our home.  The poor little sweetheart was suffering from a cold and two soon-to-be diagnosed ear infections.  Despite her discomfort, she managed to play and have a fun, but subdued afternoon.  She is normally a very busy child and it is hard to snag much cuddle time.  Late in the day, she climbed up on me where I was reclining on the couch, and put her little head on my chest.  The usual sparkle in her eyes was but a dim glimmer, and it just broke my heart to see her feeling poorly.  I began to whisper a silly little song as she pressed her head against my me.  I sang the song again (my repertoire is very limited) and when it was over, she murmured &quot;mmmmm?&quot;  I sang again, and once again, she replied &quot;mmmmm?&quot;  Hmmmm, is she ASKING me to sing?  I have NEVER been asked to sing, EVER!  Even when my children were small and I would burst out in song in the car, I would always hear someone pipe up, &quot;Mom.  Don&#039;t sing.&quot;  I sang this song to Sweet Emma again and again, always followed by her request for more---&quot;mmmmm?&quot;  Though I desperately wished I could take her illness as my own, it just warmed my heart to know that I could provide at least a little bit of comfort to this sweetheart who has brought so much love into our lives.  Cuddly baby, comfy couch, warm blanket-----It meant the world to me to have those precious moments. 

UPDATE:  Emma is feeling great now, but she will still stop whatever she&#039;s doing and come &quot;visit&quot; with me if I start to sing!  The only song I could think of that first day was &quot;One Little, Two Little, Three Little Fishies.&quot;  My playlist now includes &quot;The Itsy, Bitsy Spider,&quot; &quot;How Much is that Doggie in the Window?&quot; and &quot;I&#039;m a Little Teapot.&quot;  What a fun feeling it is to have someone think you&#039;re the best singer in the world!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ahhh, simple joys.  About three weeks ago, we had the opportunity to enjoy our 13 mos. old grand-daughter in our home.  The poor little sweetheart was suffering from a cold and two soon-to-be diagnosed ear infections.  Despite her discomfort, she managed to play and have a fun, but subdued afternoon.  She is normally a very busy child and it is hard to snag much cuddle time.  Late in the day, she climbed up on me where I was reclining on the couch, and put her little head on my chest.  The usual sparkle in her eyes was but a dim glimmer, and it just broke my heart to see her feeling poorly.  I began to whisper a silly little song as she pressed her head against my me.  I sang the song again (my repertoire is very limited) and when it was over, she murmured &#8220;mmmmm?&#8221;  I sang again, and once again, she replied &#8220;mmmmm?&#8221;  Hmmmm, is she ASKING me to sing?  I have NEVER been asked to sing, EVER!  Even when my children were small and I would burst out in song in the car, I would always hear someone pipe up, &#8220;Mom.  Don&#8217;t sing.&#8221;  I sang this song to Sweet Emma again and again, always followed by her request for more&#8212;&#8220;mmmmm?&#8221;  Though I desperately wished I could take her illness as my own, it just warmed my heart to know that I could provide at least a little bit of comfort to this sweetheart who has brought so much love into our lives.  Cuddly baby, comfy couch, warm blanket&#8212;&#8211;It meant the world to me to have those precious moments. </p>
<p>UPDATE:  Emma is feeling great now, but she will still stop whatever she&#8217;s doing and come &#8220;visit&#8221; with me if I start to sing!  The only song I could think of that first day was &#8220;One Little, Two Little, Three Little Fishies.&#8221;  My playlist now includes &#8220;The Itsy, Bitsy Spider,&#8221; &#8220;How Much is that Doggie in the Window?&#8221; and &#8220;I&#8217;m a Little Teapot.&#8221;  What a fun feeling it is to have someone think you&#8217;re the best singer in the world!</p>
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		Comment on Live in January by P.		</title>
		<link>https://annegrecowriter.com/live-in-january/#comment-9</link>

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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2013 00:40:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I, too, live with someone who hates January (actually hates winter, period.)  For years, his gloom would bring me down too, as he steadily counted the days until springtime.  Many years ago, I decided that I didn&#039;t want to miss a single day, much less a SEASON, so I now choose to relish the slow passage of time, secure in the knowledge that the world continues to turn on its axis and every season will have a chance.  What I am enjoying about this winter is the chance to get outdoors when we get a mild day, and I love the the part of my long commute when the bare trees reveal the 2 or 3 Red Tailed Hawks that make their home along the median strip of Rt. 55.  I only catch fleeting glimpses of them during the rest  of the year.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I, too, live with someone who hates January (actually hates winter, period.)  For years, his gloom would bring me down too, as he steadily counted the days until springtime.  Many years ago, I decided that I didn&#8217;t want to miss a single day, much less a SEASON, so I now choose to relish the slow passage of time, secure in the knowledge that the world continues to turn on its axis and every season will have a chance.  What I am enjoying about this winter is the chance to get outdoors when we get a mild day, and I love the the part of my long commute when the bare trees reveal the 2 or 3 Red Tailed Hawks that make their home along the median strip of Rt. 55.  I only catch fleeting glimpses of them during the rest  of the year.</p>
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		Comment on Visit With Me by Anne Greco		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Anne Greco]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2012 20:31:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Reblogged this on &lt;a href=&quot;http://annegreco.wordpress.com/2012/12/04/visit-with-me-2/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Anne Greco: Visit With Me&lt;/a&gt;.]]></description>
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		Comment on Hello world! by Mr WordPress		</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2012 19:18:02 +0000</pubDate>
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