When a spirit gets a body. Part 2

It was the night before Jay’s first birthday. It was a moody day outside, great crowds of raindrops pushing and shoving from sad and drooping clouds onto optimistic blossoms who had flirted open the day before in teaser trailer of spring. Jay had climbed over to the window to watch this, then decided that the view would be better from atop a table-then a bookcase—then I intervened, because that is what moms do when their babies are too brave for their britches.


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