July 24, 2004

I talked to my goddaughter four times on the phone tonight. Oh, so darling.

I will never forget that the first time I met her, she saw me in the airport before her mommy did, and smiled widely. I melted. She was five months old.

A bottle of cheap wine and a two hour conversation with my best friend was a very good way to salvage an otherwise regrettable day. Vive le weekend!

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