Every weekday, your dad and I wake up at 7 o’clock in the morning. Sometimes he hits the snooze button, but eventually, he gets out of bed and gets dressed. I lay there listening to the white noise machine playing nothing through the baby monitor on my bedside table. Every day your dad comes to my side of the bed on his way out. He kisses me. I tell him I love him and to have a good day, and then he goes to work.

Most days I wonder how I got to be this lucky. I am no longer defined by Continue reading “Moments with Zoe”

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