Nineteen eighty-three. A mama with a long and winding road.
A mama with a heart on fire to make the world fit her children, and not the
other way around. So much more than a mama. Smart, sarcastic, passionate,
occasionally off the rails, crinkled nose and hair to spare. A woman that's
always finding more to love about herself. Thankful to be married to a man with
a similar internal fire.
Two thousand and eleven. Sweet girl with a heart of gold. Could
help work thousand piece puzzles at age two. Nailed level ten sarcasm at the
age of three. Cursed with her mama's busy night brain that never wants to
sleep. Pointed dancer's feet that make prima ballerinas jealous. Wants to know
everything about everything. Intensity to the point it makes me cry sometimes. Never
stops talking (ever). Cat lover and embracer of messy rooms.
Two thousand and thirteen. Three hours of labor and ten lbs,
four ounces. Curly hair like his mama. Joy flies off his finger tips. Doesn't
need words to tell you know he loves you. Music is his jam. Loves to fly fast
on the freeway. Unexpected blue eyes. Captivates everybody he meets. King of
vestibular input. Always happy to go to bed at night. He will snuggle with you
all day long. Thinks Maui is hilarious (you're welcome). Future is limitless.
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