forty-one weeks

Yesterday my sweet girl turned two. We love her so much.

Today I am 41 weeks — a first for me. Any day, any moment — any second, as Jameson likes to remind me — a baby will come.

August days — with their cool, clear morning, crickets and cicadas, and mellow sunshine — are the perfect kinds of days for taking things slowly and just enjoying. I’m thankful.

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