We stand at a crossroads, between doctors appointments and procedures. Food and formula. Hypotheses and failed experiments. But tonight, I’m sick of talking about it all.

What matters most?


I love that my little man is an explorer. And that we live in a place that is begging to be explored. Each stick and rock, calling out to be picked up….

This face? It’s the best thing about my day.

And who gives a damn about a doctor’s hypothesis when there are doggies to pet….

and to chase….

There are lazy Sundays that scream “Family Day”, and we are soaking in every minute….

That’s what matters most.


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