Happy Birthday, Sarah! One of the first memories I have of my now 17 year old niece is of her falling asleep on my chest when she was an itty-bitty baby.
You know how, with family, you don't mind when your family members invade your personal space and sometimes lean into you and get just a little bit in your way, and it feels so natural, like the other person is a part of you? I like that about family. My cats do that to me too; I guess that means they're family.
Snowy Virginia. Snowy Atlanta. Thunderstormy Charleston.
I should buy stock in Weehah! cards.
Patience with stuffy deafness in my left ear all day.
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