It's garbage day here at Casa Airy5. That used to mean mayhem. But children get older, and garbage day doesn't signal delirium around here anymore.
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Every morning, I get up before the kidlets and sit on the couch strategizing about how I'm going to survive the day. It's a golden quiet time for me. Little T is always the first one to get up, and as soon as she does, my solitude endeth. She demands cuddling, breakfast, attention, conversation.
But children get older.
This morning, I heard the tell tale thuds on the stairs as a sleepy Little T made her way to the living room. I prepared for the end of solitude with my usual dismay. But did she immediately smash up right next to me and begin making demands? No. She did this:
And my heart did sing.
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