Thursday, April 18, 2013

There are few better sounds in all the world than children laughing and squealing outside, while the wind blows and the birds sing. And there are fewer nicer gifts than those from the grips of tiny boys, plucked from their own backyard. These are my perks of motherhood, simple and soul-cleansing.

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