Monday morning

Another weekend passes and on to Monday.

Bill and I take kids to school, then I come home and make the rounds; picking up and making beds. When I come to Mia’s room I find this:

Good morning creatures

And I want to drive to school, squeeze her and tell her how much I love her.

Tiny bits of precious, scattered here and there, that charm me in my life as a mother.

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