Today I handed the girls a book about Egyptian hieroglyphics and told them to have fun. I snuggled the twins and read Mere Motherhood by Cindy Rollins. I couldn’t put it down. Though our lives have been quite different, I felt that our hearts are much the same, and she said things that I needed to hear, so much that I’ve been grasping at but not quite catching hold of.
Its all there, the joys of Motherhood, the agony of it, and redemption in the end. I rubbed shoulders with a kindred spirit today.
Marvelous Pigs in Satin 
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