Freedom… It’s crazy when you open yourself up, at the ripe old age of 34 (almost 35, but let’s save that for a later, more wine induced blog entry!) to learning new things about yourself, what you will find. Also…
Freedom… It’s crazy when you open yourself up, at the ripe old age of 34 (almost 35, but let’s save that for a later, more wine induced blog entry!) to learning new things about yourself, what you will find. Also…
I’m proud of you. I see your efforts, I see your struggles and I’m proud of you. Baby girl… I watch you stand when your legs are weak. I watch you play, under a pile of giggling monkeys. I hear…