When Kirby was a baby, I had a rough day, home alone, and when Keith came home I cried. I said I didn't feel like I was doing a good job, and the house was a mess (and all that stuff). He said "Is the baby still alive? Then you did a good job."
It was a nice thought for that one day, but I'm glad I didn't settle for that, with three kids over the next 20+ years.
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photo by Cathy Koetsier
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