It's 3:30am. I'm typing single handedly, of course. I have a sleepy Bracha in my arms. Shawn is in bed with another beautiful woman sleeping in his arms. The apartment smells like the fresh baked bread that just came out of the bread maker and fresh clean laundry, of which we currently average about two loads a day. Shawn and I are both exhausted but for the first time our shift system has seen some success and I just recently had a nearly uninterrupted four and a half stretch of sleep (huge!!)
All is right in the world.
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