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I always have so much to say, but by the time I've wiped Sam's face for the last time of the day, I've forgotten most. I'm reading the book, "Loving Frank," about the affair between Frank Lloyd Wright and his love-of-life. I read one or two chapters a night, just enough to feel like I'm staying within the literary realm, but the book is touching, and sometimes I have to put it down and sigh.

I couldn't be happier that the Olympics are over. I wonder if they were so crooked in the beginning.

I was wondering today why there are still towns called "Lynchburg" in America. I can only imagine the freed slaves looking for a new place to live, saying, "Honey, according to this brochure, I don't think we should move here..."

Matt and I are preparing for Sam's first birthday (go Virgo, go Virgo), and we're looking forward to a trip by ourselves to Seattle in October, then Sun Valley Idaho for New Years. I've heard so many stories about Sun Valley (the skiiing, the hiking, the fights), and I can't wait to see it. We're flying home from Vegas and will have Sam one night there - that should be a hoot. Vegas is definitely not on the top of my travel list, but I'm actually looking forward to taking some candid photos. I've never seen it, never wanted to see it, but it'll be entertaining at the least.

We took Sam to see his great-grandmother Brooks today...that happy little grandma Santa Claus. She has the best outlook of anyone I know, and I sometimes question if she's really, possibly, in my family.

Sam is going to see Dede tomorrow, and I know he loves those special days. I've been having nightmares about him going to school; it starts in less than 2 weeks. I'm terrified. I want to come up with an excuse to keep him home. He needs his mommy. I need my Sammy. Whaaaaaaa! Seriously, I've been waking up from these horrible dreams that someone is a). plotting his death; 2). running away with him; or 3). has locked him in a closet with no bottle.

Beth took Finn to kindergarten last week, and she said that his last words were, "Mommy, I'm scared." She cried all day.

I think I may cancel nursery school.

Matt is the most wonderful, patient man I ever could have met, and I want it to be known that I don't really deserve him, but he's mine. Thank God!