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Wednesday, May 4

wild nights

My daughter is a week old. 

A neighbor today asked me:

"How are your nights? Wild?!"

I paused and smiled. Wild nights. What a lovely and refreshing way of surrendering to the dance of motherhood - the wild and sacred dance of life itself. 

I am cherishing every moment of these wild nights...grateful beyond words...