As we dug into the boxes of papers I couldn’t be more sure that we were on the right track. The woman kept record of everything. After about an hour I stand up with a sleeping Hope.
“My eyes are watering so much every thing is blurry. I need a break.” I declare and as if she were waiting for someone to say it first Kalia is up with her own sleeping daughter. “Come on let’s put the girls down in the nursery. Would you rather Aradia be in the crib or bassinet?” I ask as we carry them into the attached small closet that Mason and his dad and turned into a nursery for Hope.
“Whichever. She sleeps in both.” Kalia replies.
“Go ahead and use the crib. Hope’s still used to her bassinet.” I say and chuckle. “After the way we found her, Mason and I still aren’t comfortable with her being to fa
