She's home. She's finally home. After 8months, a crap ton of care packages, and more daily reminders than I care to admit to check her bank account balance, our oldest daughter is back under our roof. And that means one beautiful and long-awaited thing
I can finally sleep without my ringer on and my phone's volume on max. (Eight months is a long time to be sleep-deprived.)Just like that, the stage of life that has one of the biggest, most highly anticipated buildups and fear factors, that [...]
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