You walk through the front door, exhausted. You trip over the toys strewn about, I hand you the fussy baby. The toddler has 18 things he wants to show you at once. I serve the dinner that burned while I changed a diaper and bandaged a bo-bo. We sit at our old kitchen table in our too-small home with ...
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To my husband about those two small hours he spends with the kids each day
Dear Husband, You work hard away from home, and I work hard right here at home. You provide for them and I nurture them. You protect; I nourish. We share them and we shape them. Your gifts, my gifts blend together to grow our gifts. No one in the world was designed to raise these little lives ...