Don’t let anyone tell you that you’ll have to lose them one day. You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.
Don’t let anyone tell you that you’ll have to lose them one day. You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.
I struggle with this inner urge to spoil him rotten in lots of instances.
Everyone’s jonesing for that hit of the S’mores. It’s like a town full of Wimpys, promising, “I will gladly pay you Tuesday for a Snickerdoodle today.”
As they poke, prod, and check the charts, the doctors always remind you that you have “nothing to worry about.”
It’s like getting abducted by a UFO. You went into this awful experience with an absurdly difficult and disgusting task. Next thing you know, it’s 45 minutes later and you’re sitting on the floor finished, with no recollection of how you got there or what you did.
This moment meant more to me than these words can even explain because it was a moment that, at one time, I didn’t think would ever be possible.
There are so many pops and cracks, you’d think I was a walking pile of rap music record albums.
For the first time in all our grocery outings, he was focused and tuned in to his surroundings. Rather than coming along for the ride, my boy was a willing co-pilot.
I want her to be a good person, not just to me, but to everyone.
“Who has seen me today? Did I talk to people like this? What is wrong with my face? Am I freakin’ melting?!”
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