Suddenly, I was setting out fall decorations, blowing the dust bunnies around in circles with the vacuum, and re-potting ornamental plants. I’d been too tired to do all this before but a friend I love was coming to my house so if not for me, thee.
A Small and Simple Story About Cake and How to Give People What They Really Want
A Small and Simple Story About Penciling in Time for People
A Small and Simple Story About Miracles Like Music and Babies
An afternoon with Dan’s best friend and a band of single guys who were largely unconcerned with the miracle of birth sounded like relief. I’d been haloed in hyper-attention for nine months and all I really wanted was to be left alone. I would savor the sanctuary of affable and carefree pals more interested in Dan than me. Being just part of the scenery would feel like a soft lullaby…
