Anna had an accident on our bed, which meant changing the sheets. In the process, Toni found the smallest of pieces to one of the
matryoshkas that we brought back from Russia, which had been missing for months. And—bonus—when I got home, the bed looked fantastic. It sounds like a small thing, but when that bed is made really well, it calls to you. That's what it did today.
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