my house is a disaster. the laundry is in piles waiting patiently to be folded. my yard is full of weeds, covering the garden i once worked so hard to tend. all sewing is laid to the side for now.
there will be time for all of these things later, for this is her favorite place to sleep... and too soon gentle clasping hands will be replaced by little running feet.
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