I spent the afternoon with Oliver, who turned 11 months old today. Eleven months already. Time feels especially slippery when I’m with him. I love these days with Oliver and Megan, nothing fancy, just being together and watching him change almost in real time.
This evening was a mix of catching up on chores and watching the clock inch closer to bedtime. And now here we are. I’m taking another short break from writing to tend to a few personal care things and still manage to slip into bed by 11:00 pm. That feels like a small victory worth aiming for.
I hope your day was a good one.
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