I welcome the days that I can let go enough to embrace CUTE outfits and backwards shoes
(they are often rare and my expectations are too high. I'm wound a little too tight but lacking motivation at the same time b/c I feel defeated in having to re-do it all in 8 minutes)
Who would know they'll be only one year apart in school (but 3 clothes sizes)?
Its a little bittersweet that this is their last year together all day (I can hardly type it).
God, help me to love them more and think of them more than myself.
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