Everything gets better.
My first month of maternity leave was a blur: I was exhausted and blissful and terrified. The second month of maternity leave began with a hurricane and ended with the realization that I’m just a few weeks, maternity leave would end. Continue reading “Everything Gets Better”
My mornings, Monday through Friday, all begin the same at now.
Alarm at 6. Snooze once, then pray as I hear the sweet breathing of my baby, husband, and dog around me, “Please give me the strength to push through, the patience to teach, and the grace to be forgiving.”
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