melancholy peace

Is that an oxymoron? Cuz that’s what I felt this morning … peace, tinged with melancholy. Peace that my baby girl, um … I mean miss teenager, was on her way home. Peace that I wasn’t working and could be there for her arrival. Peace that I could stand outside with Piper during field day and not worry about: getting somewhere, doing something, and the…

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thoughts on parenting {individuality}

Yesterday was “dress like your favorite book character” at school.  Fun, no? Here’s the thing with my girls … they are pretty much their own little individuals.  I use to be harder on what I made let them wear … including Taylor.  Really, mostly with Taylor.  She groomed the way for the little girls. When Taylor was six or seven, she had on a pair…

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