This Old Truck
Funny how a truck can become a part of you. Like a member of the family. An old comfortable friend. I cried the day we sold the red truck. Couldn’t stop the tears from spilling over as it disappeared down the driveway for the last time. Kinda like moving away from the old home placeContinue reading “This Old Truck”
That First Year
The year that two became three..(No. More. Hot. Tea.) The year of not leaving your side for more than an hour.. and feeling revived from a two minute shower. The year of white noise, cuddles, and baby slings. As you slowly adjust to the outside things. The year of sleep regressions, monkey impressions..panicked Google searchesContinue reading “That First Year”
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