Playdate. You slept while I took photos of the other kids. Today I felt the weight of a week of sleepless nights begin to take its toll, and sat in a fog while the mamas talked and the kiddies ran wild and you watched in happy wonderment. You needed this. When we got home you were a happier child, and gave me an abundance of the sweetest, tightest hugs. Far more curative than the longest of naps.
- February 19, 2015