Share 'A [seemingly minor, yet significant to me] Rite of Passage'
I remember shortly after having my firstborn when it hit me that I could
no longer just hop up to get my haircut or take a jog (not that I did
it that often, but still) or even just go work in the yard. There
always had to be a plan, and that plan always had to be flexible. I
remember how having that one tiny, little baby rocked my world.
Then I had another.
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