If Iceland has taught me one thing . . .

When I get to California, I will be able to start picking my son up from school several days a week and having regular weekend visits with him. I imagine that moms who are used to spending every night and every day with their children might not understand how excited and grateful I am for the extra time with him, and the chances to give him lots and lots of hugs and kisses.


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