the good life
Last night when I got home, my little angel crawled up into my arms. We watched CSI and slumbered off… how can that not be the good life
Last night when I got home, my little angel crawled up into my arms. We watched CSI and slumbered off… how can that not be the good life
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You know, I often think that when I wake up and my little one is nestled into me. *sigh* It’s the little things.
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