Tuesday, March 1, 2011

a quiet house

Sometimes, occasionally, the house is clean, the baby is napping, and Lena is at preschool. It's cool and bright and breezy outside, and I can feel the warming air on my skin through the screen door. I try to choose carefully what I will do with this moment.

I have never felt more spoiled for time, or more pressed for it, since having children.

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