Memories

As I close up the house for the night I sometimes observe a moment of quiet calmness with the only the Christmas lights on. It always reminds me of getting up to feed my babies at night. With fall babies, I've always spent their first December getting up at night to the light of the tree. While I am glad I get to sleep through the night most of the time now, those are fond memories of a quiet house and my lit tree. I want to record this memory now, so I don't forget.
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