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"August 30, 2009 My Jack Domenic, You were born on August 30, 2007. It was the happiest day of my life. I&amp;#x27;ve told people I was reborn on that day, because there is my life before you and now there is us. Today you turned two. I look back on the past year and I think of a seed sprouting up from the earth. A feisty seed pushing up from the cool soil, finding a path of sun to crawl on, then walk on. You grow more every day, and with each day I find more clarity in my purpose here--and that purpose is you. You are the reasons and the answers, Jack. You follow me around, hold your hand out to me when I open the front door, off we go, just the two of us, like it&amp;#x27;s been since the beginning. You crawl onto my lap when I sit on the floor, and you lay your head on my chest when you&amp;#x27;re tired. I know you can hear my heart when you&amp;#x27;re close to me, and it makes me think of when I saw yours for the first time on that black-and-white screen that looked like an underwater universe-there you were. Here we are. You and me then, you and me now. We are a team, Chrissy and Jack, here we come... You have a lot of energy. You like to run and dance (but only with the top part of your body). I taught you how to fly like a plane by holding your arms out and flapping them up and down. You say &amp;quot;Vroooom,&amp;quot; and we run around the living room like two happy birds listening to &amp;#x27;80s music. We do this every morning around 8 A.M. There are sunspots on the carpet. I&amp;#x27;m pretty sure our neighbors can see us, but we run around like they can&amp;#x27;t. It&amp;#x27;s fun. Every day is fun. When I ask for a hug, you fall into me and squeeze me close. I never let go first, Jack. We sit in my bed every night and read stories. You are a big fan of Harold and the Purple Crayon--you point out the moon on every, single page and you say &amp;quot;Mmmmm&amp;quot; when you see the pies on the picnic blanket. There&amp;#x27;s a Wocket in My Pocket is another favorite--when I read &amp;quot;But the zillow on my pillow always helps me fall asleep,&amp;quot; you say: &amp;quot;Nigh, Nigh!&amp;quot; I still watch you sleep, and you always have a fascinated look on your face. Dream always. Trains. Trains were a huge thing for you this year. I bought you a train table for Christmas and Godfather Carlo spent six hours putting it together. You have a soundtrack for your trains: &amp;quot;Beep, Beep, Vrooom, Vrooom, Toooooooooot!&amp;quot; Your imagination is on the loose. Everything is a train track. The windowsills in our condo are your new favorite place to drive your trains. I smile when I see a line of trains on the windowsill in my bedroom. You are everywhere. You recently decided the stitching on a pair of my jean shorts was a train track and you ran your finger along it and said, &amp;quot;Train, mama! Beep, beep!&amp;quot; I love that you see things other people don&amp;#x27;t. This is a gift, Jack, and I hope you will always see train tracks on jeans or an ocean in the sky. Always see things for how you want to. Sign up for Glamour.com&amp;#x27;s style tip of the week and beauty tip of the day newsletters. My life is about you, Jack, and it always will be. We kicked off your birthday with a party in one of our favorite parks on Thursday, August 27. I decorated with Thomas the Train balloons. I brought lots of goodies, including your favorite--vanilla cookies with rainbow sprinkles. The cakey circle crumbled in your mouth and collected on the sides of your lips. You wouldn&amp;#x27;t wear your hat or your flower lei, so I did. You have friends, and they surrounded you in the sandbox and chased after you in the sunshine. It was a happy, simple party, and I will remember the way you sat in the wood chips and peeled through wrapping paper while the breeze pulled your blonde hair up off your brow. Your cheeks were pink and flushed, like they had blush on them. This weekend your family will surround you for more celebrating. You are loved and looked after. You always will be. Jack, you smile often. You laugh at nothingness. You glow, my sweet child, you glow. Happy second birthday, my love! I love you always, always (on the night you were born I promised to love you double--I really do!) Mom To my Storked! readers: I appreciate you. Thank you for coming back. I&amp;#x27;ve been writing this blog since July 07. Let&amp;#x27;s take a look back at JD. Click here to see a few photos from the past two years. I was forced to wear that gown in the first picture. And I&amp;#x27;d just had a C-section, so I&amp;#x27;m allowed to look like that. *** More Ways to Get Glamour You could win $50,000 just for registering or logging in to Glamour.com! Add Glamour to your iGoogle homepage. Follow Glamour on Twitter."^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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