This morning I pulled out the old teaset Meghan and I used to play with. It’s a bit grungier than I remember but after a good soak in the sink it was ready to go. Watching Sarah play with it brought back a rush of memories of playing with my sister. I hope Sarah will know that same joy one day.
It’s weird to see her playing with my old toys. Those are the moments when I look at her and think to myself, “I have a daughter?”. Sometimes it’s just too weird. Where does the time go?
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