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Posted By on January 24, 2017 in Uncategorized | 1 comment

I overhear Charlee telling Luna our pup something about making a bed, and then check in to find Charlee sitting. 
Just sitting. 

The way toddlers never do. The way adults do probably a little too much. It was whimsical and idyllic and entirely her own moment that I was lucky enough to witness. 

And motherhood. It’s a downright dichotomy, the way the two of us shared a body and were literally inseparable until suddenly here she is: a revelation all the time. A house full of thoughts and feelings expressed by a huge amount of appropriately raucous moments that are sometimes interrupted by stillness and sometimes even sleep. I love her and I know her and I’m getting to know her all at once. 

I realize this relationship between mother and daughter is not a new story, but God, it’s incredible that it’s our story. 

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  1. Peaj January 25, 2017

    Little person, thinking big thoughts.

    So glad for you. It’s an amazing journey.

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