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Oh hello. I am Christina. I'm 26. My favorite things are: writing love on my arms, watching movies, laughing, baking brownies, mac 'n' cheese, taking road trips, Disney, writing, playing Guitar Hero and DDR, milk and cookies, smiling, Audrey Hepburn movies, singing Beatles songs, cheering for the Dallas Cowboys, playing board and card games, reading books, watching General Hospital, dancing, and, most importantly, spending time with my friends.

Quote of the Moment:
“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person.” - Audrey Hepburn

Mood: i'm good.
Music: pretending.




Wednesday, February 3, 2010
noah.

Noah.

I became a godmother for the second time today. His name is Noah. He weighs 6 pounds, 2 ounces. Though he arrived about three weeks early, he's in good health and doing fine. I haven't seen him yet, but I know he's perfect.

His mommy is in pain, but she's doing well. She had surgery. We didn't talk long but I assume it was a C-section.

My rough day suddenly turned into the best day in the world with the arrival of this bundle of joy.

When Candace called around 2 p.m. to tell me she was in the hospital, I immediately started smiling. When we talked tonight after he was born, I started crying tears of joy. Children are such small pieces of heaven.

I hope and pray that one day I'll have my own - whether they're from me or whether I adopt. Until then, I'm content just to love my Natalya and, now, Noah.