Ten minutes on the floor with little lamb is just about enough to get me through the rest of my day. All he needs are some smiles to mirror and some laughs to echo -- a simple,
enviable life. We rolled and reached and cut our first tooth to celebrate his half-birthday today. Whenever I am feeling like a failure of a college-educated-employed-person-turned-
mediocre-maid-at-home, I steer myself to the rug with little lamb as an easy reminder of why I'm here. Drinking him in is that spoon full of sugar for the medicine of responsibility, and I am grateful for it, for sure.
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