A few days ago I was desperately trying to get dinner on the table. I knew our chicken probably couldnâ€™t stand any more time in the fridge. I had Sarah in the highchair playing with toys and Abigail in the kitchen helper. I was finishing up the dishes and about to get started on dinner when Abigail decided she didnâ€™t have anything to do and Sarah decided she was bored with her toys. Sarah started wailing and Abigail climbed down, lifting up her arms and calling to be held.
I sighed a very deep sigh. (more…)