I’ve been on the road these past two days. Listening to a book on tape (a disc), country music and NPR and finally pulling into Nashville as Adele starts singing about the rain. Now it’s raining, but as the Irish like to say, “It’s a soft day.”
I am overcome with love for my daughter and the baby girl I felt kick me for the first time today. I wonder if she will be a soccer player, or maybe a ballerina. I know she will have long Lynn legs. We talk about names and how important they are and we laugh about some of the birthing escapades of friends. This child of mine is about to become a mother. She seems so serene, so mature and still I can see her sitting on my kitchen floor, feeding raisins to her raggedy ann doll.
Ann Patchett wrote an article about Nashville as part of the Love Letters project on the Huffington Post http://www.huffingtonpost.com/love-letters/ann-patchetts-nashville_b_1470141.html. How the people here are very independent, free spirited. It is the perfect city for your birth in the year of the dragon.
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