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alex's life book

  • In early 2006, I began creating a life book for my daughter, Alex. Click here for links to articles describing my experience.
  • And for those of you who are more digitally inclined, in late 2006, I recreated key pages of Alex's lifebook for an article I wrote for AlphaMom, using Scrapblog.

    You can see the final digital result (and leave comments, if you'd like!) here.

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Comments

Emily

Great shot of the wind chimes, we also love our big bamboo chimes. What comforts me? Hot apple cider and my big quilt on a cold windy night.

Tug

LOVE the big bamboo windchimes...and the ocean never fails to "take everything away". Tonight, in Colorado, however, it was a fire in my fireplace. Thanks, for the beautiful picture.

GetSheila

Waking up in the middle of the night to feel one or two furry kitty bodies snuggled between me and the body pillow or sprawled across my back. Some people find sleeping with their pets disgusting. I find it comforting and full of "hey, that's my pillow!" love.

meredith

If I wake in the middle of the night, I almost always go check on my girls, touch their soft sleeping faces, and then I can go back to sleep.

Heather

The sound of my daughter sighing or chuckling in her sleep. If I hear that, I know everything is ok.

Sue

I grew up next to train tracks. I didn't know it at the time, but the rumble of the train across the tracks and the low whistle was etched into my brain as the sound of "home" and being safely tucked in bed. Fast forward 30 years. I still live by trains. Now they are commuters instead of the old freights but the familiar rumble is the same. LOVE hearing them in the night.

amy

Waking up in the middle of the night and reaching out for my lovely boy sleeping next to me.

Steff

Intertwining my legs in my husbands soft furry legs!

Rebecca

What a wonderful picture!

My comforts are simple - my kittens sleeping on my chest, purring. Holding my babies' hands. Train sounds. :-)

MrsDoF

Comfort, other than husband and sons and cats together having the same meal, is looking and holding and sorting yarns.
There is something sweet about all that potential...going from ball, to hook and hands, to finished all pretty.

Not wind chimes, and especially not the tinny ones. The noise coming at odd times, irregular intervals annoys, rather than soothes, me.

Although this is a fine picture of yours.

Pendullum

Truly comforting picture.
The sound of my husbands voice,the peel of my daughter's laughter,the feel of my dog snuggling over my feet, the smell of apple pie cooking, the taste of a good chianti on a cold winters night and the smell of newly laundered sheets on my bed...Just to start with a few...

Twyla

the smell of homemade bread and a big pot of vegestable soup on the stove, laughter with my daughters, bringing out the quilts in winter, holding my grandson's hand as we walk, the companionship of my cat when I'm in bed sick

KarenH

Trains, definitely trains. When I was a child and I'd wake up in the middle of the night and wonder if the world was still as it was when I went to sleep, all it took was the distant sound of a train to convince me that things were okay.

trini fan

After a stressful day, checking out blogs, especially your chookooloonks blog & seeing what positive posting you have for the day.

krista

Hmm, what comforts me? Photography. Photography of beautiful and comforting things, like these.

That, and books and yarn.

Kay

Scrapbooking comforts me ... books and chocolate as well ... most of all, seeing my baby smile comforts me.

Daisy

When my son's blindness was diagnosed, a teacher recommended we get windchimes so he could orient himself when he was outside. We are musicians of sorts, so we always look for chimes that sound good. I have a set of bamboo like this; they're beautiful. Sounding.

Island Spice

The smell of coffee being brewed when I wake in the morning. My dad did it every morning for the first 18 years of my life. I still miss it. I don't drink java but I hope I find a man who does. Perked fresh every daybreak.
The humm of my ceiling fan also comforts me in the nights. :)

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