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September 1st was the longest day of my life, unless of course I'm in labor for 65 hours when I have my first child. It started at 5 in the morning and ended at about midnight with an expanding ball in my stomach.
Saying goodbye and seeing him get on that white bus took me apart piece by piece.
"Wifey, I don't want to go" face:
I keep thinking about the last few weekends we spent in Santa Barbara. How happy we were, how good it when he held me.
How cute he looked trying to skimboard.
This is hard, very hard. In fact, Foma is the only one keeping me together, making me laugh and smile at his silly cuteness.
Saying goodbye and seeing him get on that white bus took me apart piece by piece.
"Wifey, I don't want to go" face:
I keep thinking about the last few weekends we spent in Santa Barbara. How happy we were, how good it when he held me.
How cute he looked trying to skimboard.
This is hard, very hard. In fact, Foma is the only one keeping me together, making me laugh and smile at his silly cuteness.