jessica
he came home, i retreated to my bed with a cold. he brought me tea and made dinner. relief.
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jennie | tangerine&turquoise
it didn't turn out right at all, but nothing about it was a waste.
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jenna::
sunflowers & dahlias from the market, embers in the wood stove, leaves blowing & violets blooming in the yard. love this crazy, mixed-up season.
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LillianClaire
We all crashed in the afternoon and napped, even me. (Especially me.)
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sarah b.
i heard a story today. she smiled as she relayed every detail. it was the same story i told her weeks ago.
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{sandralundy}
today was a day filled with gratitude...for doctors, for time away, for my mom.
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lecia
On the field trip, I felt like a fly on the wall; they were in their own world. I’d have forgotten all about exuberance, if I hadn’t become a parent.
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oakmoss
say no to a lot of things throughout the day. but how could i say no when he asks me to make cookies?
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erin
i put the garden to bed despite the blooming geraniums, dozens of jalapenos and handfuls of little tomatoes.
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emily
the tears weren't about the plastic orange, but about what that orange seemed to represent. we stopped afterward to take pictures of the vista. his are better than mine.
