I love reading late at night and early in the morning. I love the going and not the being left behind. I love the gurgles of my daughter and the chatter of my son. I love when my family calls and I hate that the only way I can be with them is over the telephone. I love when my husband calls to say he's on his way home from work.
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Wow that doesn't sound familiar at all. Wait a minute -- that's the story of my life!
Ha, ha. Isn't it great to have something to blame it all on? :)
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