As a mom, as a woman, as a human being, I always have a million billion, a hundred things running through my head at one time.
We are out of milk. Go to Publix. We also need turkey, apples, and new shoes.
My head is a constant check list. I check my calendar and add those events to my dry erase board. Make the beds. The laundry had babies. Triplets. Practice piano. Homework. That is not for me. It is for her. She has her Daddy’s smile.
My phone chirps and I don’t have time to check it. I still need to put on mascara and brush my teeth. I want another cup of coffee but brushing my teeth says no to another cup.
She is growing so quickly. Eight! Eight is almost nine. Dear Lord, I pray for her husband. I pray for the father of a little boy…
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