I started writing this post on Wednesday, when it had been this kind of day. I never finished writing it because one tough day turned into that kind of week.
Rainy and cold and all of the other things that go along with January. Plus, Chris was out of town for two, and things are always out of whack when he’s gone.
We started Wednesday with this. It was a special moment because they share a birthday, eighty-one years apart.
But gradually we made it to playtime, and then poopy-diaper time. Four times in a row.
And round and round we go.