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Nurse the baby, feed the toddler (Cheerios), pack bags, shower, dress, listen to Veggitales, drive to Calvary (look, it’s a backhoe! and an excavator!), go to work, leave work at 5:55 (because Calvary Place closes at 6), feed the children, read books, bathe children, read more books, nurse the baby, fall asleep.

I have a photograph of you from this year, and I can recall taking it, at a birthday picnic on an island in the middle of the river, on a mild summer day.

But, otherwise, I can hardly remember you at all.

One Comment

  1. Thank you. This is what I mean. There’s so little from those years. Although I’m afraid I don’t know what I’ll carry from these years either.
    Perfection.

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