Tears and joy
May's tear ducts kicked in this weekend. It's heartbreaking enough to hear your daughter wail while you're hurrying somewhere to feed her. (It was too cold to nurse outside this weekend.) But when you finally get into the T station and find a nice quiet spot way down the end and take her out of the bjorn and she's got tears sparkling on her eyelashes, you want to wail.


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