In A Pickle

Jeb wakes up at 2am three nights in a row.

Sleep is spent with eight-year old elbows in my neck.

But, hey, it’s Friday.

Dill in the garden goes to seed.  I cut a bouquet and bring it inside.

Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved

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