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	<title>Comments on: Bedtime Rituals</title>
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		<title>By: turtlemomma</title>
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		<dc:creator>turtlemomma</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 23:45:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>thank you for sharing. this was sweet.
We say prayers together and each kid gets tucked into their own bed and sometimes with a song my mom used to sing to me or the night night song.
:)
Joy</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>thank you for sharing. this was sweet.<br />
We say prayers together and each kid gets tucked into their own bed and sometimes with a song my mom used to sing to me or the night night song. <img src='http://homegrownmom.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /><br />
Joy</p>
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		<title>By: mamala</title>
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		<dc:creator>mamala</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 20:41:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You&#039;ve made me cry.
Even if I hadn&#039;t experienced this first hand on my own sleepovers with your children--I would cry--as it is just so lovely to behold your intense love for each other.
Even when they do sleep with g&#039;ma--we never get it quite right. They sweetly tolerate my offkey rendition of Twinkle Twinkle, let me pray my pithy prayers, eventually sighing a big sigh as they think about their Mommy--and how she isn&#039;t there.
You have laid a foundation of trust, acceptance, creativity, joy, and and and and and . . .
I do not know any family more blessed than yours.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You&#8217;ve made me cry.<br />
Even if I hadn&#8217;t experienced this first hand on my own sleepovers with your children&#8211;I would cry&#8211;as it is just so lovely to behold your intense love for each other.<br />
Even when they do sleep with g&#8217;ma&#8211;we never get it quite right. They sweetly tolerate my offkey rendition of Twinkle Twinkle, let me pray my pithy prayers, eventually sighing a big sigh as they think about their Mommy&#8211;and how she isn&#8217;t there.<br />
You have laid a foundation of trust, acceptance, creativity, joy, and and and and and . . .<br />
I do not know any family more blessed than yours.</p>
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