Yesterday afternoon in the post-lunch flurry, but before the house heaved the sigh it seems to when my little-loudest people rest and nap, I felt a surprising urge.
Sit with her. Hold her. Tickle her.
The inclination to swing my feet over the side of our oversized leather chair and stare into baby Char's eyes and tickle her belly overtook me. It wasn't a…
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