Annabel Rose Hill born 11/23/07 1 lb. 7 oz.
Home 2/3/08 4 lb. 15 oz.
now she's 6 lb. 2 oz!
Home 2/3/08 4 lb. 15 oz.
now she's 6 lb. 2 oz! Maybe this will help us keep in touch better...or not. But feel free to stalk us anytime day or night, rain or shine, winter or summer, sick or well, black or white, bond or free, male or female, gay or straight, funny or not...The Hill Family Story: Online!
New Family Picture!
new look, same great family!
Josh's poems
Behold Thy Children - written for Crystal Dec. 2007
From infant to toddler always Daddy’s little girl
Who learned to love while still at home—such lessons dear in life.
Through teenage crush, a trusted friend, then hurt heart, tarnished pearl,
Love comforted and carried, prepared you to be a wife.
And on to married happiness, true love expresséd best
When answering conceptions call denying not e’en death.
Another life and not your own you suffer all to bless
Providing means and sustenance for newborn baby’s breath.
And now your children you do hold, and heal, and hug, and feed;
Nourishing with mortal power your great gifts proffering
As one of old whose heart went out to those who stood in need
Of what he climbed the cross to give: most divine offering.
How oft you stop and wonder whether you have any worth.
Cease! And from your cross look down on those to whom you’ve given birth.
From infant to toddler always Daddy’s little girl
Who learned to love while still at home—such lessons dear in life.
Through teenage crush, a trusted friend, then hurt heart, tarnished pearl,
Love comforted and carried, prepared you to be a wife.
And on to married happiness, true love expresséd best
When answering conceptions call denying not e’en death.
Another life and not your own you suffer all to bless
Providing means and sustenance for newborn baby’s breath.
And now your children you do hold, and heal, and hug, and feed;
Nourishing with mortal power your great gifts proffering
As one of old whose heart went out to those who stood in need
Of what he climbed the cross to give: most divine offering.
How oft you stop and wonder whether you have any worth.
Cease! And from your cross look down on those to whom you’ve given birth.
1 comment:
She's a fighter. Keep up the good job Anna! Love, Grandmaladybug
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