This morning I woke up to a miracle. All of my children are still soundly sleeping in their beds, except for the baby, who came down early to snuggle. Her head is fuzzy and soft like a little duck. The house is dark. And quiet. There is no birdsong yet. The hum of thought in…
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The Story of Yesterday
This is the story of yesterday. Yesterday is recurring in this household. It is a day that starts way before I am ready to get up and ends way later than I want to stop. It starts with babies crying that they want to eat and get up and it ends with babies crying that…