Saturday was a bad day. My little one was tough all day. She wouldn't rest well. She didn't want to be held but didn't want to be put down. She was loud and fussy. (She is still getting over her little cold, so I know she is allowed to be more fussy.) My patience was tried though. That's what daddies are for! He rescued me. Praise God for husbands.
Sunday was a good day. I got told that there is NO WAY I could have a baby so young because I am too tiny. No, I didn't tell her Lucy was adopted. No, I didn't fill her in on all the small details of my life and Lucy's because I don't have to. I said thanks and enjoyed my moment. It was a good day.
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