It’s Monday morning and my legs still hurt from my Saturday wedding. My youngest is going through some serious 17 month sleep regression and is probably waking up the neighbors with his 3 am protests. I have three double headers in the next four weeks a
Oftentimes, it takes us buckets of tears, sweat and (literally) blood before we achieve what we want in life. But so long as it means waking up the next day to a morning as majestic and picturesque as this, I would not mind fighting till I shed the last b