The way Lydia giggles when Timmy talks to her.
Finding Timmy asleep in my Dads room.
Popsicles with my kids. Grace looks like such a baby. Sometimes I forget she’s only three.
Timmy playing football with our priest.
Roasting pretend marshmallows on a pretend fire and climbing real trees. Sometimes I have to just sit in my front yard and look out and pretend I live in the mountains.
Flying Kites! & these kids were so good at it.
I hope he wants to snuggle with me always. You can never know when the last time will be. No one tells you that on this such and such a date cuddling with your mother will be uncool. I hope never.
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