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On this day in 2010...

Rhoda and I went to the Mountain Midwifery birth center bright and early for a check-up after Rhoda had been feeling the pangs and pains of impending labor for most of the night.  We were told that it was getting close, but we probably had another day or two before we'd get to meet the newest Pilmer.  At that time, we didn't know who the newest Pilmer would be and had no frame of reference for what it would be like to meet our child.

By ten o' clock that morning I was pulling into the parking lot at work and Rhoda was calling me to say that we were having a baby that day.  Her water had broken.  I turned around and came home.  The rest, as they say, is history.  It is our history and now it is Rye's.

I saw her first and was speechless to the point that Rhoda had to ask me if she was a boy or a girl.  Describing that moment is like trying to describe a color or define warmth.  One knows it when he or she feels or sees it.

Our year with Rye feels like a lifetime, except when it feels like a tick of the clock.  Each of the last 365 days has been more demanding and rewarding than the last.  Each day that I wake up and get to see Rye is better than the one before it.  We are all growing up together and I cannot wait to see where we will be tomorrow.

Happy 1st Birthday Little Girl.

Budding Friendships

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.  M. Proust.

                          This is Rye and Hayes on our a trip to Cheyenne.  

 
    Bath-time with Rye and Bosley.

Watching these three kids inspire and enjoy each other was rewarding on so many levels.  I can only hope that they will someday look back at the pictures together and remember the years they spent making each other happy.