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This Room and Everything In It

This Room and Everything In It

Dear S, It is a Monday morning and I am catching up on emails while our son sleeps on the couch. As we both well know, J does not like to sleep alone. He will sleep through the coffee grinder, a car alarm and just about anything else as long as he is close to us. A few minutes ago, our pup was sleeping on the opposite side of the couch. Then she inched over to J and flopped her head…

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Middle of the Night

Middle of the Night

Dear J, Last night you were deep asleep in your papa’s arms when the fire alarm started blaring. You opened your eyes wide. I went over to take a look and noticed that it was the carbon monoxide alarm that was going off. To tell you the truth, we didn’t know exactly what to do. We knew carbon monoxide was super dangerous and also invisible and odorless. All I could think about was keeping you safe. So I wrapped you…

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The Last Straw

The Last Straw

Dear Z, When we moved into this house, I couldn’t believe that we had stairs. It felt like a real home to have two separate spaces that we could theoretically each inhabit, taking little breaks for alone time. Rarely do we desire it, but it’s nice to know it’s there. When we started getting water bugs, a glorious euphemism for family size cockroaches, the honeymoon was over. We saw one on our ceiling, then in our dog’s food bowl, and…

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Bed & Breakfast

Bed & Breakfast

Dear Z, When we discovered this bed and breakfast, we knew it would be the real deal because they had a poorly designed website. Clearly, they were spending more time on their biscuit recipe and fine white linens. When we arrived, they did not disappoint. You were still pregnant with J, no more than a month away from his arrival, but our foolish plan was to go hiking on this extended weekend of a babymoon. When we arrived, it took…

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Wonder of Wonders

Wonder of Wonders

Dear J, As we travel the great circuit of the downstairs area of our home, you lay across my arms. Your feet are draped across my left arm, your head rests on my right arm, and the middle of you sinks down a bit where there isn’t any more of me to catch you. This reminds me of my two older brothers when we would all three sit in the back of our parents’ car. I would sit in the…

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