One of these homes backing up to our neighborhood is a Christmas holdout, strings of colored lights lining their deck railing.
I love these lights. In the middle of the cold dark nights, they glow. Pacing and swaying with a sleepless baby, they glow. Struck with insomnia, my mind racing and heart beating fast, they glow. Putting dinner on the table again, bathing the babies, picking up the days toy destruction, those lights glow.
In the moments when I feel forgotten, those lights feel like a warm thought, reminding me that I’m always on Someone’s mind.
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