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Haddie took a few steps this morning between Brent and I. Then turned around and ran a few steps. But she isn't really interested in walking quite yet. Just biting.

I have been slowly reading a book (applause.) "Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert. It has taken me since Christmas just to get 1/3 of the way through it, but I only read it when I can sit down and really enjoy it. Then I usually fall asleep within minutes.
Anyway, I was finishing a chapter this morning and came across this and had to share. I hope to keep this as somewhat of a motto, the last few lines at least....
"It was in a bathtub back in New York, reading Italian words aloud from a dictionary, that I first started mending my soul. My life had gone to bits and I was so unrecognizable to myself that I probably couldn't have picked me out of a police lineup. But I felt a glimmer of happiness when I started studying Italian, and when you sense a faint potentiality for happiness after such dark times you must grab onto the ankles of that happiness and not let go until it drags you face-first out of the dirt-this is not selfishness, but obligation. You were given life; it is your duty (and also your entitlement as a human being) to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight."
For now my italian is a little biting, pinching, kissing, almost walking Hadley Jo, and her Daddy, and her Grandmas, and my new sewing machine once I get it up and running (slacker,) and my family. Oh and my morning coffee.