Dec 162015

I barely heard the soft knock on my front door that cold day. I had a toddler and two big dogs underfoot in the kitchen. The baby was throwing cereal from his highchair. My husband, Guy, had escaped to work early, and I was still in my pajamas. I stepped over the pile of wooden blocks on the floor, jostled the barking dogs aside and opened the door.

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  • Thanks to Washington Post