From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield



Monday, August 29, 2011

It's been forever...

and I realize I need to finish those post about my trip to the Holy Lands...
But I'm jumping on my blog to say Jaedyn is starting Pre-School tomorrow! I'm so excited. I hope she is too.
We are participating in a co-op. It's tuition free and each mom in the group teaches on a rotation. There are enough moms that I'm only teaching 4 times in the school year. I'm standing in as a helper or co-throwing-a-party another four times. It should be great.
Hopefully I'll post first day of school pictures tomorrow.
We are really growing up around here.
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