I wrote this six months ago, but it's probably my favourite post from this year. So yes, it's kind of cheating. I hope you'll forgive me, anyway, as I'm still learning and relearning the lesson here over and over and over again... Nine months pregnant with Asher and...
Read moreIn the garden, where we mine our hearts
Nine months pregnant with Asher and I'd sit in a bed of weeds. Matt would grab hold of my arms and lower me down as I could neither bend nor reach over my belly to the ground. He would check on the veg, plucking and pulling what was ripe.
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