My morning started like this—
I went out the front door to take Kristen to school. My neighbor from a few doors down was out in the street with her little ones, about ages 2 and 3, feeding the ducks that wander around our neighborhood.
She was in her pajama pants, t-shirt, messy hair, and barefoot. The kids were in their princess and batman underwear, no shirts, barefoot. Time was of the essence…
Seize the day.
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