Where do these babies of ours come from? A question I’m sure I asked my parents at some point. A question I’ve answered when my kids have asked. But I’m not looking for the easy biological answer here. I’m looking for the up-at-midnight, tearing-my-hair-out, how-did-we-create-this-being answer. I love my children. Dearly. They are old souls…
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Blink and it’s gone
At the crack of dawn, I was already driving home from the airport, wiping big mama tears from my cheeks. My eldest was headed back to Texas, his fireman gear packed efficiently per his norm. Military precision is his modus operandi. While he was getting ready to board a plane, I was heading back to…
