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Daily Archives: May 20, 2016

Between My House and My Mailbox

Every day at about 1:30 pm I step outside my front door, walk over the dirty baseball cleats on my porch, and navigate myself through the landscaped jungle to my mailbox. My big kids are either outside playing or watching a movie on a rainy day. My baby is still singing in her crib to keep herself from napping. With everyone occupied, I go to check the mail. On the sunny days I let…