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.