Sometimes I am a little melancholy, as I…

Sometimes I am a little melancholy, as I carry my kid– it’s a limited time offer, after all. And today as we packed away some favorite old toys, I was more broken up than Robin was. Still, it is my hope that these little anecdotes I write down now will bring joyful memories rather than pangs for what was lost, when I read them again, farther down the road. I hope my psyche is capable of that. I remember enjoying baby tales… but maybe I shouldn’t trip down memory lane when it’s late enough that everything makes me melancholy. Maybe reminiscing should be a morning activity.

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