Just Show Up.

I stood, arms full with an exhausted, jet-lagged baby squirming against my shoulder. Her weight pressed into me, warm and heavy, eyelids fluttering as exhaustion pulled at us both. My body begged me to get to bed after a long day back to routine—the kind that makes your whole being crave stillness and quiet.

Then I heard it: “Can we just read one book?”

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