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Don't Leave. Stay.

How are you doing right now? If you’re reading this, I am guessing you are recovering.

Yesterday, I snuggled up on the couch with Lessons in Chemistry, (a book I began reading in July of this year), and promptly FELL ASLEEP with a half dozen of my people milling around me.

The day my babies all touched down, I cooked and cleaned like we were preparing for the end of days. As their mama, I have this primal urge to send the unsaid message, “Everything you need is right here. We don’t even have to speak. But do you want some wonton soup? it’s on the stovetop. Or broccoli and beef? It's in the crockpot. Or Turkey with mashed potatoes and stuffing? It’s in the oven.”

Don’t leave. Stay.

By the end of their first night back home, I leaned in and whispered to Tom, “I’m not going to make it. I need your help.” To which he replied, “Of course,” as he kissed the top of my head. Because, well, Tom. Dear reader, please know this is all my own (un) doing. It seems the tsunami of love was sending me over the edge.

As we brought out the stockings on Christmas Eve, I demonstrated how to properly fill them. “If I die, you need to know how to do this,” I explained matter of fact. Tom just sort of looked at me. 6 stockings later, (shout out to bonus child, Bella’s boyfriend, Allen), and we shuffled our way to our bedroom to black out from exhaustion.

27 years together, and 5 kids later, I am realizing I need help. With the decorating and cooking and wrapping and stockings.

 Don’t leave. Stay. AND let’s do this together.

I hope today we take a moment (or more than one), and know we’re doing such a good job being alive. If you’re recovering from all of these things, I see you...



* How cute is this photo with the cousins and brothers, Papa and Uncle Jim?

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