Yesterday our trip home from Virginia took much longer than it would have without a baby. Maybe that goes without saying. 5 1/2 hours into it, I pulled down the mirror on my visor to check on the babies and caught a glimpse of myself. Dirty hair, spit-up on my shoulder, milk down my front, a mysterious stain on my thigh, dirty flip-flops ... I sighed to Josh, "I'm a mess."
"Yes," he said. "And I love you."
Farewell, Sweet Office
14 years ago
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