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	<title>Comments on: Good night, Whit</title>
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		<title>By: Lauren @ Embrace the Detour</title>
		<link>http://www.adesignsovast.com/2010/01/good-night-whit/comment-page-1/#comment-2914</link>
		<dc:creator>Lauren @ Embrace the Detour</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2010 02:19:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I did not know you back then, when you wrote this.  I am so very glad I&#039;ve found it now.  Exquisitely beautiful.  I just love this.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I did not know you back then, when you wrote this.  I am so very glad I&#8217;ve found it now.  Exquisitely beautiful.  I just love this.</p>
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		<title>By: Shawn Phillips</title>
		<link>http://www.adesignsovast.com/2010/01/good-night-whit/comment-page-1/#comment-1182</link>
		<dc:creator>Shawn Phillips</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 08:35:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>... I love you right up to the moon... and back! 

Oh how I know this ride... my son just turned 6 and I find each day a new birth and death... things change and I know the change will speed up, become more drastic. There are already signs of separation, of all sorts of independence. 

And yet he&#039;s still my little boy, he still crawls in bed with me and cuddles... only the times are less and the moments ever more cherished. 

Thanks for sharing. 

Shawn</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8230; I love you right up to the moon&#8230; and back! </p>
<p>Oh how I know this ride&#8230; my son just turned 6 and I find each day a new birth and death&#8230; things change and I know the change will speed up, become more drastic. There are already signs of separation, of all sorts of independence. </p>
<p>And yet he&#8217;s still my little boy, he still crawls in bed with me and cuddles&#8230; only the times are less and the moments ever more cherished. </p>
<p>Thanks for sharing. </p>
<p>Shawn</p>
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		<title>By: kristen@nst</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 15:54:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well this was just beautiful.  Maybe I liked it so much because I could imagine all of that for myself and my baby boys.  One of them turns 8 in a matter of days.  Eight.  It&#039;s hard to believe.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well this was just beautiful.  Maybe I liked it so much because I could imagine all of that for myself and my baby boys.  One of them turns 8 in a matter of days.  Eight.  It&#8217;s hard to believe.</p>
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		<title>By: Tweets that mention Good night, Whit – A Design So Vast -- Topsy.com</title>
		<link>http://www.adesignsovast.com/2010/01/good-night-whit/comment-page-1/#comment-697</link>
		<dc:creator>Tweets that mention Good night, Whit – A Design So Vast -- Topsy.com</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 08:57:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] This post was mentioned on Twitter by lemead, lemead, lemead, lemead, AidanDonnelleyRowley and others. AidanDonnelleyRowley said: @lemead THANK YOU. And, yes. Bizarre. I hope everyone reads your exquisite ode to your sweet boy today. http://bit.ly/7hXVBe [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] This post was mentioned on Twitter by lemead, lemead, lemead, lemead, AidanDonnelleyRowley and others. AidanDonnelleyRowley said: @lemead THANK YOU. And, yes. Bizarre. I hope everyone reads your exquisite ode to your sweet boy today. <a href="http://bit.ly/7hXVBe" rel="nofollow">http://bit.ly/7hXVBe</a> [...]</p>
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		<title>By: uberVU - social comments</title>
		<link>http://www.adesignsovast.com/2010/01/good-night-whit/comment-page-1/#comment-694</link>
		<dc:creator>uberVU - social comments</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 02:50:20 +0000</pubDate>
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This post was mentioned on Twitter by lemead: A love letter to my baby. My boy: http://bit.ly/4rHK8j...</description>
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<p>This post was mentioned on Twitter by lemead: A love letter to my baby. My boy: <a href="http://bit.ly/4rHK8j.." rel="nofollow">http://bit.ly/4rHK8j..</a>.</p>
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		<title>By: Privilege of Parenting</title>
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		<dc:creator>Privilege of Parenting</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 02:35:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Got me crying... in a good way, just like you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Got me crying&#8230; in a good way, just like you.</p>
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		<title>By: Today &#171; Drama For Mama</title>
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		<dc:creator>Today &#171; Drama For Mama</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 02:22:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] I read a blog post that made me cry.  I reread another one that made me cry again (even though I had already cried after reading it [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Kristen @ Motherese</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kristen @ Motherese</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 02:12:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have just started to feel the baby leaving Big Boy and the child taking his place.  And as much as I enjoy our conversations and our dates, I feel like an ache his growing up and growing away - just as you have so beautifully captured here.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have just started to feel the baby leaving Big Boy and the child taking his place.  And as much as I enjoy our conversations and our dates, I feel like an ache his growing up and growing away &#8211; just as you have so beautifully captured here.</p>
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		<title>By: Corinne</title>
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		<dc:creator>Corinne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 00:05:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a sweet post... I have a hard time with Fynn being three, I can&#039;t even imagine 5! And then the fact that Paige will one day be 5? I cannot even fathom it :)
Thank you for the honest sweet words.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a sweet post&#8230; I have a hard time with Fynn being three, I can&#8217;t even imagine 5! And then the fact that Paige will one day be 5? I cannot even fathom it <img src='http://www.adesignsovast.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /><br />
Thank you for the honest sweet words.</p>
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		<title>By: Sarah</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sarah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 20:56:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I look at my biggest boy, once the only boy, and I can&#039;t remember how he&#039;s gotten so big. There is no &quot;baby&quot; left in his face, nor his body. He is slim, sleek, muscular and naturally toned. He is boy. All boy. Too big. 

I look at pictures of his infancy, his toddler years, his pre-school years and wonder where it went. Him. Time. Life when he was young. Vanished. Evaporated. Sometimes it feels as if it never existed. But then I know, when I feel the emotion as large as a nine-month fetus in a rock-hard belly, that it was real and I did cherish all of it. Every minute. Even though it&#039;s past now. 

Sigh. I hear you. My baby is still a baby but I already dread the day you are writing about. The day I know it&#039;s turned to something else. Baby to boy. Boy to man. Sigh.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I look at my biggest boy, once the only boy, and I can&#8217;t remember how he&#8217;s gotten so big. There is no &#8220;baby&#8221; left in his face, nor his body. He is slim, sleek, muscular and naturally toned. He is boy. All boy. Too big. </p>
<p>I look at pictures of his infancy, his toddler years, his pre-school years and wonder where it went. Him. Time. Life when he was young. Vanished. Evaporated. Sometimes it feels as if it never existed. But then I know, when I feel the emotion as large as a nine-month fetus in a rock-hard belly, that it was real and I did cherish all of it. Every minute. Even though it&#8217;s past now. </p>
<p>Sigh. I hear you. My baby is still a baby but I already dread the day you are writing about. The day I know it&#8217;s turned to something else. Baby to boy. Boy to man. Sigh.</p>
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