Greetings From The Other Side of Christmas.

I’m 31 years old now, my son has more toys than he knows what to do with, and I’m not sure I’ve fully recovered from staying in close quarters with 9+ other people. With spotty cell service, might I add.

We have lots to discuss, friends. Lots to discuss.

Just give me a day to regroup, and I’ll get to it. Chasing after this little boy for 48 hours took its toll. Probably because I’m expecting another little one. But that’s a whole other story.

In constant motion.

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