Thinking
At 3:30 AM when he can't stop tossing or sitting up to blow his nose or hack up his lung and he lies back down again and says, "I'm sorry, I know I'm keeping you awake, I can go sleep on the couch," I know that my life is so good when I feel with every part of my body, "No, please stay."
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Heather talks about overcoming depression on today's Momversation.
- Leta: "STOP FOLLOWING ME, COCO!"
I wonder where she picked up that exclamation.
- Me: "Hey Marlo, here's a vibrantly colored, squeaky toy made specifically for your age group!"
Marlo: "Got any knives?"
- @makeandtakes my pleasure! Had a great time with you guys!
