| This page is about my daughter Fionna Heather Fugatt! |
| I will be sharing anecdotes and photos from time to time. As is true of children everywhere, she is precious and I will celebrate the joyful fact of her existence until I die and after. |
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| The Universe seems to us chaotic, for we from our tiny place in it can't see much at a time. But Balance being the predeliction of the cosmos it is no great surprise that the daughter of a fat, homely, one-eyed Indian should look like this lovely child. |
| Middle Aged Father Half done by common measure to him was bestowed a treasure By loneliness and need by pairs one of love and one of wares Long wasted power unknown to fertile fallow field is sown..... Life bursts forth in jubilation expanding into the farthest reaches of his exploding world a tiny blossom of creation is forever painful joy and hope as roots of love and a thing so powerful that a word is theft of meaning braids ropish around his soul..... Sweet warm times of innocent slumber bittersweet concern/irritation.... a crying want only in gentle arms slowly fulfilled Walking, talking, laughing , playing exuberantly thoughtless center of her own world.. His expanding heart finds The Universe a constriction and must leak out from the corners of his eyes... |
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| Uh...whut? |
| OK, I know there's a cookie in there somewhere....YAWN maybe I'll jus ta......lil ZZZZZZZZZ.. |
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| Yep! I'm happy! Are you happy? |
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