So we keep getting lovely thoughtful and often handmade baby presents. It’s delightful. Except there are so many and from people I wouldn’t have expected to make the effort.
So we just thought we finished up with a second batch of 30 (!!!!) cards. We put them in the mailbox with a loud “whew” when the phone rang. It was my mom—more parcels from family overseas arrived at her door.
Now, I’m so grateful but also so overwhelmed—two more cards, just two more… for now.
