V is one and a half this week. It's crazy. Sometimes, when I get home, I stand in front of the picture window by the front door and watch her playing, running, "reading" a book, and I can't believe this little person is the tiny baby I carried. And then I flash forward and imagine the day I come home and see her doing her homework at the kitchen
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"And then I flash forward and imagine the day I come home and see her doing her homework at the kitchen table, or laying on the couch gossiping with a friend, and time gets all bendy in my head, clicking in and out of focus."
I know these feels, so well.
(PS... will you be in MN this xmas?)
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We did MN for Thanksgiving and NH for Christmas this year. We reverse it every year for the grandparents.
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