But on a Wednesday, in a café, I watched it begin again.

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Year One of Motherhood: Notes and Encouragement
If the clock went backwards and I was about to relive my first year of motherhood all over again, I
But on a Wednesday, in a café, I watched it begin again.

If the clock went backwards and I was about to relive my first year of motherhood all over again, I

The only way out is through. That courageous stuff gets thrown out the window and you’re left in front of a darkness you haven’t faced before.

There’s nothing like moving to show you how much stuff you own. And every time I move, I’m convinced more