Speechless, and I have been for a long time now. I’ve found that I am only writing, on paper, to my dearest friends, and very rarely at that. Mostly I have just enough time to write a quick phrase to my future self on an index card about something I want to remember. Raising these kids has left me raw and humble, and I have nothing to offer to anyone else, unless it’s a small and very private word or two. How things change. I’m awestruck, and struck dumb.
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