When I woke up this morning to the two-year-old yelling for me at 4:30am I knew it would be an infinity-latte day. I laid down with him and buried my nose in the nape of his neck until his breathing finally slowed, just in time for the sun to rise and his little eyes to pop back open. Dammit.
As soon as I stumbled down for coffee and saw the hawks, I kne…
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