By Michelle Webster-Hein

February 17, 2014


No matter what pandemonium has shaken the day, there comes a time a little past nine in the evening when we turn down the lights and close the curtains and our beloved drifts off to sleep in one set of arms or another. Tonight my clothes hang ready in the bathroom, the clean bottles in the strainer drip dry, and the fresh diapers tumble in the dryer.

I think of this moment often throughout the day--not, I hope, as a wish for the day to be over, but as a reminder that there will be peace at the end of it. 

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