Pretty baby.
Pretty tired mama. Morning calls in T-5 hours. A full day. A full life, these days. Teaching is nonstop, it seems, and then the rush to home or Lakewood, to the park or dinner swap or choir. Two hours of bedtime with babes. Spin class in the morning, promising sweat and adrenaline and a guilt free day. And right back at it.
Promise I'll write about these kiddos some more, soon. In the meantime the moon is full and the September air is glorious and I hope the sunset for you was as stunning as the one I glimpsed here, headed up the Marion Ramp to Memorial Hall for choir...
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