Monday, May 06, 2013

One morning.

April 7, Columbia.

The morning is lovely, fresh warm and sunny, a cup of coffee on the porch, reading a short story called Valentine in The New Yorker magazine. 
The boys are still asleep, the house is quiet and the street all but empty, peaceful and precious moment.
It is not always easy with the kids, Dylan especially. It is hard sometimes to be Mom and Dad all at once, and nobody to talk to about it, or anything else.
The moment is lovely and soon it will be gone

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