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Tales from the Trips Quotes
A little over a year ago, I would have been driving home to a house I shared with a brown dog and no one else—a house equipped with a refrigerator that never once contained milk. That night I was driving home to a baby petting zoo.
That night, as Alli slept peacefully in her bed, her momma and I bunkered down in the nursery next door in a war-like environment—no infantry, just infants; no gunfire, just currents of projectile vomit; no bombs, just BMs.
Jack’s movements were propelled by his first fundamental building blocks of thought, the foundation from which all his future thoughts would stem, blocks that manifested themselves in the form of raw, instinctual, and simple movement—movements designed to carry him from dark to light, cold to warm, loose to snug, craving to satisfaction, bad to good. Impossibly intricate. Miraculously simple.