So five years ago tonight, Joe and I lived in a quiet, uncluttered, reasonably clean, childless home. The following morning life changed.
Our first born goes to bed tonight, on the eve of his fifth birthday, in new pajamas, pretending to be a secret agent platypus.
I could never have imagined the joy Wyatt would bring us. And I don't really miss the silence, or the clean house.
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