The toughest decision I’ve made

When Henry was about a year old, Greg and I started to talk about having another baby. We were out on a walk, pulling the kids in a wagon, and they were so darling together, with Eleanor singing and Henry giving hearty belly laughs. I imagined Thanksgiving and Christmas with three kids or get-togethers in 20 years with all of those adult children.

Unfinished books

Blogs are one of my favorite sources for finding books to read. I think, however, that I might learn more about a person based on the books that she leaves unfinished. I used to be a stickler for finishing books, and even when I didn’t enjoy them, I persevered. Perhaps school engrained this habit. In the past few years, I’ve become much more willing to set aside a book because I know there is too little time to read all of the books.