Ten.Six Hundred & Ninety-Six
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Everyon is already up and it’s only 5:50 am.
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I’m a little short on white flour. Hopefully the oat flour will do.
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Teeny tiny guy.
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He looks so handsome in his white polo and his blazer. He comes over and tells us that it’s a little bit but maybe he can wear it a lot more in the fall. What is it about litle kids in fancy clothes?
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We realize that it’s been far too long since we last spoke. I think about how long we’ve known her and how large our children are getting. We talk about the writing life and all that comes with it. We talk about motherhood and gratitudes and regrets. We promise to not let as much time pass by before we meet again.
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He’s so excited to have us there. I’ll take it. He has no baby pictures but at least I can be here for everything.
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It’s worth the wait.
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I keep moving the hammock in order to keep half of it in the shade. I want my head cool and my legs hot.
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It is him!
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Too much. Too much.