As if there was ever any question…

that I’d return. True, my heart is now with my child, my hours that aren’t tied up at the office busy with nursing and nurturing. But the words are always bubbling, bubbling, bubbling like so much sea foam. Now’s the time to give voice.

My daughter is a talker. She hums, babbles, shrieks, and hollers. She hollers.

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