Summer. And maybe a touch of roughhousing.
Last summer, when I was humongously pregnant with [the-yet-to-be-determined] Susannah, Nora and I had a terrific time. Really. We had picnics every place that featured tables (and some that didn’t). There were nature hikes, tamale stand stalkings, and midday naps in my bed (because we couldn’t fit into hers).
I was so [beyond] thrilled to be having
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