she informs me she has spilled her water with a slightly trembling lip. i gently instruct her to get the towel hanging by the sink in the kitchen. i watch her tiny form disappear into the dark room without fear. i feel the baby's weight on my arm as he sighs...
she returns, triumphant, with the dish towel and carefully wipes up the mess.
my heart overflows with pride. the stress of the day dissipates. this is the life.
she returns, triumphant, with the dish towel and carefully wipes up the mess.
my heart overflows with pride. the stress of the day dissipates. this is the life.
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