This could be the finest hour
This week, it felt like we lived years between Wednesday night and Friday night. For you, too?
On Wednesday night, we laughed around the dinner table about lighthearted things I can’t seem to remember now. Nate read to our littles and tucked them into bed while I got lost in my latest read on WWII. Eden’s record player blasted from her bedroom – the gir…
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