It is 6:15 am and I'm writing a blog using only one hand. It must be a weekend morning.
The Boy is asleep on my lap, a flannel blankie clutched tightly to his chest. This causes me to press the space bar very gently, as it sticks a little and I do not want to disturb him. Upstairs, Neesha is sleeping in; a well-deserved break. Sunlight is starting to make its way across our front lawn to our window. The house is perfectly still. The only sounds I hear beyond the clicking of my keyboard are some birds outside and Caleb's gentle breathing, interrupted occasionally when he sucks on his thumb.
I think I am doing something right.
mw
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