Raising twins and staying sober 24 hours at a time.
Holding hands. Such a simple act. A touch. A reassurance. A reminder that someone is here. A shot of hope. A jolt of courage. Of love - pure love. This is where I find my hope today. Maybe you too can garner some hope and love here. This is the we. Stronger than fear. Stronger …
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I admit it. I was hesitant. I thought that they should be wearing their costumes only at home and for certain "costume appropriate" occasions. But I've come around as they frequently dive into their costume bin from grandma and friends who keep sending us hand me down costumes. I mean, when is a costume NOT appropriate? …
As I was squeezing lemons into my water this morning in the office kitchen, a co-worker laughed and asked, "are you making sangria?" I then screamed "NO I AM NOT BECAUSE I AM A RAGING ALCOHOLIC HOW DARE YOU - YOU - YOU IGNORAMUS" and ran out of the kitchen with the sting of lemon burning …
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