A Messy Mother’s Day
I got up and stumbled toward the coffee pot. Lying on the kitchen table was a sweet Mother’s Day card and two bags of my favorite chocolate. Tim has done that since I was carrying Sara. He had to work that day, so he left my goodies on the table while I was still asleep.
I guess that made him my Santa because I squealed like a little kid on Christmas morning and tore into one of the bags. I drank some hot coffee and savored my chocolate. I had no idea that would be the best part of my whole day.
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