Tonight, after I had tucked Munchkin into bed and had gotten ready for bed myself, our doorbell rang. I went to the door to see who was at our door at this time of night. It was our neighbor. I looked around our house; it was a bit messy as I’ve been focusing my energy on taking care of Munchkin. I sighed and opened the door. She needed some ice (her son had oral surgery and they didn’t have any more ice to make ice packs) and wanted to know if I had some to spare. Knowing that my house…
Letting Go of Perfection
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