I'm sure not all moms are proud when their daughter comes to them and asks, "Can I please find a big tree to pee behind?" but I sure am. I also love a bedtime story that is accompanied by hair that smells like campfire and palms that still have remnants of marshmallow.
Today we played on the greatest playground in the world (Jacobson Park) and fed ducks.
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y.e.s.
one memory of the campfire hair, huddled under covers in a tent while friends giggled around the fire, quiet sounds of someone cleaning up, me reading to eliza by flashlight...
i could have stayed in that moment forever.
thanks for the memory.
y.e.s.
one memory of the campfire hair, huddled under covers in a tent while friends giggled around the fire, quiet sounds of someone cleaning up, me reading to eliza by flashlight...
i could have stayed in that moment forever.
thanks for the memory.
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