Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Counting my blessings
It's after dinner, the dishes are put away, homework is done and the only noise to break the silence is the radio.
My son is quietly piecing together his lego spaceships.
My daughter is gently swaddling her dolls in baby blankets.
This is what peace looks like at 37. Wildly different from what I used to dream about in my wild teenage years.
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