“mom, can we please please please just play for a (pinching fingers together and squinching up her face) little bit at midnight? please?”it is a sentence i have heard many times before, the whole pleading begging thing, and i was kind of zoning out on it, until she surprised me with the midnight thing. that kind of threw me off.
we have had five days of little girlie love prancing about our house. little vignettes of pretend-ness in every corner, under every table, and all over the backyard.my fifth child will be going home late tonight, with her mumma, dad, and my sixth child. and we will all miss her. they have been very, very good, and havent played at midnight even once.









by Tara
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