The Next Three Years Year Two
The Next Three Years....year two I have found that when a major life event takes place, the mind stores away every detail of the event. That is what happened the day our daughter was born. It was about 9:30 a.m. About one hour earlier I had drawn a pint of milk for one of the neighbors as they waited and watched me express into the small bucket they brought. So, after they left, dressed in white thigh highs and 4" inch heels, I was folding laundry. My recently drained...