by truckeyava | Oct 12, 2021 | Life, Parenting, Relationships
A year ago, I was standing in the kitchen of an acquaintance’s house that I agreed to house and pet-sit for. I swayed with Maddox on my chest, stirring the pot, while Scarlett carefully eye’d Martha The Chicken at the patio door. I made minestrone, and baked bread for...
