Five. Three. Three months. Five. Three. Three months. I said those numbers countless times whenever anyone said, “Wow, you have your hands full” or “Are they all yours? How old are they?” Those numbers define a chapter in my life when I was breathing in the scent of an infant, the wonder of a toddler, …
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