Sleep

 Today was a rainy drive through Atlanta. Getting up too early and coming home and collapsing with Rob. Today was missing the big kids and planning a day with Mimi and Dad tomorrow. So not many words. Glad to have a cozy bed, a sleeping baby and a husband that turned out the light for me. 

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