Exhaustion is my normal state of being this days. I think that’s true for most pregnant women.
Grace’s birthday was especially tiring. I think Grace would agree.
By the late afternoon, all she wanted to do was listen to books. She sat on the floor with Amanda’s friend, Amy, and listened to book after book after book.
When Amy left, Grace crawled up into Amanda’s lap with the doll she’s named Gracie, covered herself with a princess blanket, and went to sleep.
It happened almost that fast. It was barely evening, just 5 o’clock.
Amanda was delighted; it’s been years since Grace curled up with her to go to sleep.
Amanda was in the right place at the right time. Grace doesn’t often collapse in exhaustion.
The poor kid is stuck between needing a nap and not needing one, wanting to rest and not wanting to miss anything, growing up and being little.
Once in a while, she runs and laughs and plays until she collapses.
Her birthday happened to be one of those times.
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