I am not the type who collects postcards, but this one was a keeper. It was my older sister Nili who sent it to me, shortly after the birth of our 2nd child. I'm sure I was complaining about something...lack of sleep, sore boobies, too many whiny, needy creatures who wanted to suck more than milk out of me. My first son was only 17 months old when his brother, an unexpected gift, entered the world. My life, and my mind, have never been the same.
I had a mind once, the postcard with the 1950's looking mama and her offspring says. Then I had small children.
I hear ya sister.
