H turned 13 months on the 15th, the day of the Boston attack. It was also the day of the funeral for one of our students at school, who lost her fight with cancer. A somber day at school, and everywhere, really. All I wanted to do when I got home that day was crawl into bed and hold onto H as tight as I could. She obviously just wanted to escape and practice her magnificent climbing skills. So I played the Finding Nemo card to get her to sit still and snuggle with me. I’m not too proud to put on Nemo when I need comforting from the nonstop movement machine. But I barely registered the date.

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