Tag Archives: my sweet girl

Every single one’s got a story to tell.

This is why she’s my girl.

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The fire in your eyes.

Today I brought a freshly baked loaf of bread home from the store. My daughter was all ooooooh. I excitedly said, “feel how squishy!” She felt it and I could tell she wasn’t on board with my excitement. I said, … Continue reading

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The fire in your eyes.

Today I brought a freshly baked loaf of bread home from the store. My daughter was all ooooooh. I excitedly said, “feel how squishy!” She felt it and I could tell she wasn’t on board with my excitement. I said, … Continue reading

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Running around in your head.

I feel like I should recap my day. Touch base with the multitudes of people who come across my words. (This is where you laugh. I know no one reads.) I survived this day. Better yet, I was thriving by … Continue reading

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Running around in your head.

I feel like I should recap my day. Touch base with the multitudes of people who come across my words. (This is where you laugh. I know no one reads.) I survived this day. Better yet, I was thriving by … Continue reading

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The quiet things that no one ever knows.

My 15yo comes into the kitchen. “Mom. Snow is just sky cum. Prove me wrong.” ….. This is my life.

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Get myself back home.

Today is laughably hard to navigate. Painfully, laughably hard. Like so ridiculously hard. But. Despite the knot in my stomach and the clenching in my chest and the tightening of my throat, I go on. And truly, even this is … Continue reading

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Get myself back home.

Today is laughably hard to navigate. Painfully, laughably hard. Like so ridiculously hard. But. Despite the knot in my stomach and the clenching in my chest and the tightening of my throat, I go on. And truly, even this is … Continue reading

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