It's that year again. It's the year that the holiday letter doesn't go out until the fourth holiday of the new year. And by that time so much has gone by you've almost forgotten what the year before held in terms of promise and experiences.
This is that year. This is the extent of that letter.
I'm Kimberly. Single mother by choice. Now also wife. Holder of space. Maker of place. Mom. Mama. Mommy. Mitch. These are my thoughts, reflections, ideas and random observations about raising twin sons.
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