It was Wednesday, June 15th, about 2 pm when I got the call asking if we could receive placement of a baby boy that very day.
It is Wednesday, January 25th, and baby is gone.
Seven months of laughing and crying, of exhaustion and gratefulness.
Now it is pouring rain and The Captain is sick and we leave for four days of camping in one hour.
Just thought I should let you know.
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Updated to add: The Captain crashed out with a fever and The Sprout crawled into bed and fell asleep. The car is half packed and everything else is in bags waiting for a break in the rain to finish loading...except we won't be going tonight because The Captain is crashed out with a fever.
I'm ready to close the books on today and wake up to tomorrow.
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