Monday was Adam’s birthday. Originally, we thought about going out, but between our screaming Doodlebug and all the snow, we decided to stay in. I cooked a lovely dinner for us… and we took turns eating it. The Doodlebug demanded to be held so Adam ate while I held and then Adam held while I ate. It wasn’t high in the rankings of romantic dinners, but it’s our new life, and it’s worth it, even if I only get to eat my meal while it’s hot half the time now.
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