“She’s Hungry,” I whispered to my husband

smiling girl eating breakfast

This morning, after playing for a bit and watching a couple shows, Hannah wandered into my room a little whiny. And over the next fifteen minutes, Derek and I watched as whiny became inconsolable. “She’s hungry,” I whispered over to my husband Derek, who nodded. He had realized the same thing. Because our girl, more than any other member of … Read More