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	<title>Lincoln Fights &#038; Beats Rhabdomyosarcoma</title>
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		<title>Jan. 12, 2011</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Jan 2011 17:12:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ Today is a much better day than exactly 3 years ago. Remembering the absolute worst day of my life makes today bad but not as bad as the actual day. I&#8217;ve always been a &#8220;glass is half full&#8221; kinda girl. But, what I would not give to hug, and cuddle, and kiss, and smell my [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> Today is a much better day than exactly 3 years ago. Remembering the absolute worst day of my life makes today bad but not as bad as the actual day. I&#8217;ve always been a &#8220;glass is half full&#8221; kinda girl. But, what I would not give to hug, and cuddle, and kiss, and smell my sweet baby boy!! RIP Lincy my love.xxo<a href="http://www.lincylinc.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/img_0103.JPG" title="This is Heaven!"><img src="http://www.lincylinc.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/img_0103.thumbnail.JPG" alt="This is Heaven!" /></a> <a href="http://www.lincylinc.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/img_0029.JPG" title="Last Photo Taken"><img src="http://www.lincylinc.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/img_0029.thumbnail.JPG" alt="Last Photo Taken" /></a><a href="http://www.lincylinc.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/img_0103.JPG" title="This is Heaven!"></a></p>
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		<title>November 23, 2010 He would be 4 today.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Nov 2010 01:25:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is hard to believe that Lincoln would have been 4 today and that is is the 3rd time I meet this day without him. I decided that I will spend part of the day going through Lincoln&#8217;s boxes and gift some of his things to his sweet brother Maxwell Jude. I have come to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="line-height: 17.0px; ">It is hard to believe that Lincoln would have been 4 today and that is is the 3rd time I meet this day without him. I decided that I will spend part of the day going through Lincoln&#8217;s boxes and gift some of his things to his sweet brother Maxwell Jude. I have come to realize that leaving Lincy&#8217;s items stuck in boxes is quite useless. I would like to see life in his stuff once again. Max is my surprise blessing and I want him to feel the spirit of his brother as he grows up. The weather is nice here and so I also plan to take Max to Lincoln&#8217;s gravesite with fresh flowers. I will have lunch with my mom and we will visit Lincy together with Max. I have learned to be flexible with my plans for this day because I am never quite sure how I will actually feel as the day progresses. Of my plans, I am certain only of 1 thing&#8230;I will be an emotional mess! Happy Birthday to the most beautiful soul I have ever known. I miss you SO BIG!!!!!!!</p>
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<p style="line-height: 17.0px; ">Love, Mommy<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
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		<title>October 8, 2010 Introducing Maxwell Jude</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wow, this year has flown by.  Did you know that there are less than 80 days until Christmas? Things are quite exciting around here&#8230;
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After 11 days of waiting past my due date, we welcomed our newest blessing in to the family!! Baby #6 arrived on 10-1-10 at 3:46 PM.  Like his brother Lincy, the midwives [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="color: #000000">Wow, this year has flown by.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Did you know that there are less than 80 days until Christmas? Things are quite exciting around here&#8230;</p>
<p style="color: #000000">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="color: #000000; min-height: 14px">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="color: #000000">After 11 days of waiting past my due date, we welcomed our newest blessing in to the family!! Baby #6 arrived on 10-1-10 at 3:46 PM.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Like his brother Lincy, the midwives were convinced that he just had not grown enough and was not yet ready to be born.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Well our new sweet boy may have been comfy in his tiny environment but if he waited any longer, he would have surpassed Lincy&#8217;s birthweight (11lb, 2oz) for sure! Baby #6 weighed in at 10lb, 11oz. and was 22 inches long.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>A big healthy boy just like his bro!<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>And, he looks just like his big bro Hendrix when Hendrix was born. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
<p style="color: #000000; min-height: 14px">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="color: #000000">We brought our sweet boy home later the same evening but without a name.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>And, he remained unnamed until 5 days later!<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>This is what happens when our other children are old enough to have their strong opinions and demand their input.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>We have had him for 1 week and we are all enjoying our new treasure. Bella is a bit unsure about another baby in mommy&#8217;s arms all the time but she is certainly strong enough to maintain her reign in the house!</p>
<p style="color: #000000; min-height: 14px">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="color: #000000">We lovingly introduce Lincy&#8217;s baby brother:</p>
<p style="color: #000000"><a href="http://www.lincylinc.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/dsc_0500.JPG" title="Max1"><img src="http://www.lincylinc.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/dsc_0500.JPG" alt="Max1" /></a></p>
<p style="color: #000000; min-height: 14px">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="color: #000000">Maxwell Jude</p>
<p style="color: #000000">Born 10-1-10</p>
<p style="color: #000000">10 lb, 11 oz.</p>
<p style="color: #000000">22 inches</p>
<p style="color: #000000; min-height: 14px">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="color: #000000">P.S.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Our oldest baby celebrated her 11th birthday on 9/28!! Gracyn was thrilled that she does not have to share her birthday with her baby brother though I thought it would have been quite interesting to have had our first and last on the same day.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Maxwell must have wanted his own birthday too and even his own birth month!</p>
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		<title>July 7, 2010 Pikes Peak Fundraiser&#8230;Don&#8217;t Miss This!!!!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2010 16:04:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jim is hiking Pikes Peak at the end of the month. He doing it in honor of our sweet Lincoln and other cancer warriors. He is hiking with the Love Hope Strength Foundation. He will hike with musicians, cancer warriors, cancer survivors and others who have been touched by cancer. Please follow the link and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="color: #333233">Jim is hiking Pikes Peak at the end of the month. He doing it in honor of our sweet Lincoln and other cancer warriors. He is hiking with the Love Hope Strength Foundation. He will hike with musicians, cancer warriors, cancer survivors and others who have been touched by cancer. Please follow the link and help him reach his goal of $1000&#8230;&#8230; Or more!</p>
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<p style="color: #333233">http://www.lovehopestrength.org/site/jim-womeldorph/</p>
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		<title>June 9, 2010 And time goes on&#8230;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wow, I cannot believe that we have been without out sweet angel for more than double the time we had him.  He still continues to join my thoughts multiple times daily.  Be it a stuffed elephant, some smirk from his adorable baby sister, or even simply finding a penny on the ground, Lincoln is with [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="color: #000000">Wow, I cannot believe that we have been without out sweet angel for more than double the time we had him.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>He still continues to join my thoughts multiple times daily.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Be it a stuffed elephant, some smirk from his adorable baby sister, or even simply finding a penny on the ground, Lincoln is with me always.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I can never guess when my thoughts are joyous or sorrowful so I just go with it whatever comes my way.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>This is how I have learned to cope with the death of my son.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>This is how I cherish each and every thought of him, though they are not always happy.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I do wish I could dream of him and it still bothers me a bit that I don&#8217;t&#8230;NOT EVER.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>What does that mean? I do not dwell on this fact much but rather add it to the many things I just must accept.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I have not really been given a choice. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
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<p style="color: #000000">Our family continues to love and grow!<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Sweet Bella is a year old already and SO amazing&#8230;yet destructive in ways none of our other children have been.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I think she knows she can pretty much get away with anything since she has each and every one of us wrapped around her little fingers.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I see Lincy in her face and in her eyes and it warms my heart to know with certainly that he surely is her personal angel.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>OH, and BTW, she has enough hair for the both of them&#8230;.it is kinda crazy how much curly hair this baby has.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Those who get to personally see and enjoy her know what I am talking about. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
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<p style="color: #000000">When I say our family continues to grow, I truly mean that.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Surprisingly, we learned that we are expecting one more baby&#8230;..due in September.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>This was a HUGE surprise but with all that we have been dealt, this blessing we take with thankful anticipation and hope.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>And, it is a BOY which our children are incredibly thrilled about, especially Hendrix who said that we had to send it back if it was another girl!<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>The funniest thing was that when H found out it was a boy, he also asked if it was his twin:)<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Someday he will realize that having a brother 6 years younger than him will not be what he expected when the little guy gets into all his &#8220;stuff.&#8221;</p>
<p style="color: #000000; min-height: 14.0px"></p>
<p style="color: #000000">We continue to pray for the children who have survived this awful disease.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>And, we cry for those who have lost and others on the verge of losing their children.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>It is ever a roller coaster that sometimes slows down but is guaranteed to rev back up again and NEVER lets us off.</p>
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<p style="color: #000000">Much Love,</p>
<p style="color: #000000">Carlina and gang</p>
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		<title>January 12, 2010 Two Years ago today, He took his last breath.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2010 15:40:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[At this time of day exactly two years ago, I was waiting for my sweet baby to get better.  He was supposed to get better.  As the day continued, his situation went from bad with hope to worse with hope.  It was after several horrific events (I will spare those who were not there the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="color: #000000">At this time of day exactly two years ago, I was waiting for my sweet baby to get better.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>He was supposed to get better.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>As the day continued, his situation went from bad with hope to worse with hope.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>It was after several horrific events (I will spare those who were not there the details), that one of Lincy&#8217;s doctors came and told us, &#8220;I think the good Lord wants your son.&#8221;<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>All hope disappeared.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>The most beautiful gift ever given to me was going to be taken back, stolen really and there was nothing I, we, or any earthly being could do about it.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>The good Lord did not seem very good at all.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>But, I had prayed for this in reality.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I had asked God when things got really bad that day to free my son from all pain and suffering, to take him if his human body could not recover from this very unbelievable and downright unfair situation.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I hope that his spirit was taken in that instant, that he did not have to continue into the night as we did, waiting for the end, waiting to say goodbye forever. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
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<p style="color: #000000">I have no great optimistic things to write today, no words of encouragement, nothing to make you think that I have found the silver lining.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Today, I am angry and sad.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I have earned it. I will share this short story below though.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>My heart aches (and others too), but I know Lincy is free, happy, radiating!</p>
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<p style="color: #040080">In the bottom of an old pond lives some grubs who could not understand why none of their groups ever came back after crawling up the stems of the lilies to the top of the water.  They promised each other that the next one who was called to make the upward climb would return and tell what happened to him.  Soon one of them felt an urge, an impulse to seek the surface; he rested himself on the top of a lily pad and went through a glorious transformation which made him into a dragonfly with beautiful wings.  In vain he tried to keep his promise.  Flying back and forth over the pond, he peered down at his friends below.  Then he realized that even if they could see him, they would not recognize such a radiant creature as one of their number.<span style="color: #000000"> </span><span style="color: #000000"></p>
<p></span>The fact we cannot see our loves ones or communicate with them after the transformation, which we call death, is no proof that they cease to exist.<span style="color: #000000"> </span><span style="color: #000000"></p>
<p></span>- Walter Dudley Cavert<span style="color: #000000"> </span><span style="color: #000000"><br /></span></p>
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		<title>January 12, 2010 Two Years ago today, He took his last breath.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[At this time of day exactly two years ago, I was waiting for my sweet baby to get better.  He was supposed to get better.  As the day continued, his situation went from bad with hope to worse with hope.  It was after several horrific events (I will spare those who were not there the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="color: #000000">At this time of day exactly two years ago, I was waiting for my sweet baby to get better.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>He was supposed to get better.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>As the day continued, his situation went from bad with hope to worse with hope.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>It was after several horrific events (I will spare those who were not there the details), that one of Lincy&#8217;s doctors came and told us, &#8220;I think the good Lord wants your son.&#8221;<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>All hope disappeared.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>The most beautiful gift ever given to me was going to be taken back, stolen really and there was nothing I, we, or any earthly being could do about it.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>The good Lord did not seem very good at all.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>But, I had prayed for this in reality.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I had asked God when things got really bad that day to free my son from all pain and suffering, to take him if his human body could not recover from this very unbelievable and downright unfair situation.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I hope that his spirit was taken in that instant, that he did not have to continue into the night as we did, waiting for the end, waiting to say goodbye forever. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
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<p style="color: #000000">I have no great optimistic things to write today, no words of encouragement, nothing to make you think that I have found the silver lining.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Today, I am angry and sad.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I have earned it. I will share this short story below though.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>My heart aches (and others too), but I know Lincy is free, happy, radiating!</p>
<p style="color: #000000; min-height: 14.0px"></p>
<p style="color: #040080">In the bottom of an old pond lives some grubs who could not understand why none of their groups ever came back after crawling up the stems of the lilies to the top of the water.  They promised each other that the next one who was called to make the upward climb would return and tell what happened to him.  Soon one of them felt an urge, an impulse to seek the surface; he rested himself on the top of a lily pad and went through a glorious transformation which made him into a dragonfly with beautiful wings.  In vain he tried to keep his promise.  Flying back and forth over the pond, he peered down at his friends below.  Then he realized that even if they could see him, they would not recognize such a radiant creature as one of their number.<span style="color: #000000"> </span><span style="color: #000000"></p>
<p></span>The fact we cannot see our loves ones or communicate with them after the transformation, which we call death, is no proof that they cease to exist.<span style="color: #000000"> </span><span style="color: #000000"></p>
<p></span>- Walter Dudley Cavert<span style="color: #000000"> </span><span style="color: #000000"><br /></span></p>
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		<title>November 23, 2009 Birthday Boy</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[As we baptized our sweet baby girl and angel here on earth this past Saturday, we were reminded of the gifts that Lincoln brought into our lives. We are very blessed to be surrounded by so many loving and supportive people. It was joyous and heartwarming to have so many together for such a happy [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="line-height: 17.0px; ">As we baptized our sweet baby girl and angel here on earth this past Saturday, we were reminded of the gifts that Lincoln brought into our lives. We are very blessed to be surrounded by so many loving and supportive people. It was joyous and heartwarming to have so many together for such a happy and celebratory occasion during a time when the hole in our hearts seems bigger and more painful. It was intentional that Bella be baptized so close to the birthday of her deceased brother. Despite the circumstance that has left us without Lincy, his birth on Thanksgiving Day 2006 was one of the very best days of my life. I wanted Bella&#8217;s baptism to be as close to her brother&#8217;s birthday as possible so that she could grow to also feel and know the beautiful angel that sits on her shoulder as she goes through her earthly life. I also chose two very important Catholic women to be Bella&#8217;s godmothers. These women are in our lives because of Lincy. Jeanette was Lincy&#8217;s nurse and Mireille was another rhabdo mommy whom I met in NYC. Both these women continue to nurture my soul and will be incredible spiritual guardians for Bella.</p>
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<p style="line-height: 17.0px; ">Today would have been Lincoln&#8217;s 3rd Birthday. For me, this day starts a season of time where the scab of the never to heal wound of no longer having my son seems to be ripped off often, leaving me painfully raw. This time of year is such a roller coaster ride and I have realized that I have to just hang on for the experience. The memories of my sweet boy are so vivid and profound that I can feel his presence more than during other times of the year. Yet, as comforting as that is, I am reminded that as life continues for all of us, he is not present to create new memories. I continuously struggle to find balance as I dance clumsily through the holidays. I&#8217;ve decided that going with &#8220;it&#8221; whatever &#8220;it&#8221; is at the moment is the best approach. I set no expectations. Lincy enjoyed his life, always smiling throughout experiences that others would find horrific. So, although his death continues to give me great pain, I choose to carry on the way Lincy would have and the way he would have wanted me to be as his mommy.</p>
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<p style="line-height: 17.0px; ">Today, I will go to Lincy&#8217;s grave and hang a wind chime in the tree that shades his resting place. Maybe I can find one with cardinals.</p>
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<p style="line-height: 17.0px; ">Lincy, mommy loves you SO Big!!</p>
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<p style="line-height: 17.0px; ">Blowing tons of sweet kisses to heaven today! Please join me.</p>
<p style="line-height: 17.0px; ">XOXO,</p>
<p style="line-height: 17.0px; ">Carlina</p>
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		<title>August 29, 2009 Two Years Ago</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Exactly 2 years ago, Jim and I were sitting at MSKCC waiting to hear that Lincoln&#8217;s tumor was out and that there remained no evidence of cancer in his young little and otherwise perfect body.  
That day I clung to Jim and to the words of Jer 29:11:

I know the plans I have for you [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="color: #000000">Exactly 2 years ago, Jim and I were sitting at MSKCC waiting to hear that Lincoln&#8217;s tumor was out and that there remained no evidence of cancer in his young little and otherwise perfect body. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
<p style="color: #000000">That day I clung to Jim and to the words of <a href="http://www.mychurch.org/bible/RSV/jeremiah/29/#11">Jer 29:11</a>:</p>
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<p style="line-height: 17.0px; ">I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord, plans to prosper and not harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.</p>
<p style="line-height: 17.0px; ">I was certain that this was God&#8217;s plan for Lincy.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I still wonder how it is that he is not here with us today. I spontaneously wept today which has occurred less and less over time.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I had such a strong feeling of sadness that I looked back through this journal to confirm that this was indeed the day of Lincy&#8217;s 12 hour surgery.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I ask myself &#8220;why did he have to go through all that only to leave this this world just 4 months later?&#8221;<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I want to hold him in my arms SO SO Badly.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I want him to be here to touch and interact with his sweet sister Bella.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I want to believe that he is in her and that I indeed am holding a part of him in my arms everyday.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>still. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 17.0px; ">Bella was 4 months old yesterday.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>She brings to us incredible joy.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>She belongs with and completes our family.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>But, my how fast she is growing.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>They all grow far too fast.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>And for Bella, her hair is growing fast too.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I mean she was born with a lot of hair.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>But now, it just keeps growing and even gets into her mouth.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I swear she has enough to cover the heads of 2 sweet baldies&#8230; Lincy and Lia. Bella Lia is perfect in every way!!</p>
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<p style="line-height: 17.0px; ">To my dearest Lincy.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Mommy misses you SO SO big!!<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
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		<title>May 10, 2009 Happy Mother&#8217;s Day</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Happy Mother&#8217;s Day&#8230;to me.  I am the luckiest mother in the world.  I still mourn the loss of my angel but I celebrate that I had him for the time that I did.   We are not supposed to outlive our children and those of us who do, see life through different glasses.  Lincoln made [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="color: #000000">Happy Mother&#8217;s Day&#8230;to me.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I am the luckiest mother in the world.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I still mourn the loss of my angel but I celebrate that I had him for the time that I did. <span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>We are not supposed to outlive our children and those of us who do, see life through different glasses.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Lincoln made me a better mother.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Lincy made us all better in so many ways. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
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<p style="color: #000000">Happy Mother&#8217;s Day &#8230;.to me.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I am a new mother once again.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Lincoln&#8217;s sister was born on April 28, 2009 in the very same room that Lincoln was born with the very same people (plus<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>the big sisters and gigi).<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Bella Lia was born 5 days after her due date and weighed 9lb 8.5 oz. and was 20.5 inches long.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Like Lincy, she was stubborn and waited days past her due date but also like Lincy, when she was ready to come, her birth was very quick.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>The joy that filled that room was incredible and surprising.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>It was joy I thought I would not experience again; that my family would not experience again.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Lincy was there with us.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I know it.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
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<p style="color: #000000">Ironically, Bella&#8217;s Birthday is just 1 day after the 1 year &#8220;angel-versary&#8221; of Lincy&#8217;s best friend Lia who also lost her fight to Rhabdomyosarcoma.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>All part of a planned tapestry that has us simply &#8220;along for the ride.&#8221;<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Our sweet Bella Lia has 2 angels to walk along each side of her.</p>
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<p style="color: #000000">I posted 2 photos here (caringbridge only as I still do not know how to post photos at the lincylinc blog).<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>If you would like to see the Birthday photo album, please send an email to carlinatx@gmail.com and I will forward the link.</p>
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<p style="color: #000000">Happy Mother&#8217;s Day to all the mom&#8217;s who had to say goodbye to a child far too soon.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>May you somehow find comfort in the memories and continued spirit that your child left behind.</p>
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<p style="color: #000000">Happy Mother&#8217;s Day to my mom.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>I love you mom.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Thanks for being my mom.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>Thanks for raising me to be the Mommy that I am.</p>
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<p style="color: #000000">Happy Mother&#8217;s Day to all moms.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>May you find your job as fulfilling and rewarding as I do.<span class="Apple-converted-space">  </span>It is the hardest yet best job in the world!</p>
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<p style="color: #000000">With continued Hope,</p>
<p style="color: #000000">Carlina aka &#8220;Mommy&#8221;</p>
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