Thank you, frailty
Thank you, consequence
Thank you, thank you, silence
Thank You, Alanis Morissette

Lesson #477:
There is grace in 3 a.m. fussies.
In t-shirts saturated in spit-up milk.
In a coming-apart swaddle.
In a mustard-poop diaper.
In a gummy smile.
In not being able to figure it out.
In getting his cues all mixed up and changing his dry diaper when all he wants to do is eat.

There’s grace in the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.

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