March 2012
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February 2012
65 posts
Me: Mama? There's corduroy in the freezer.
Mama: Oh, I guess I put it there ...
Me: Why?
Mama: I don't know, shoot, now we should be scared of whatever is in the fabric scrap box.
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boney just told me this memory from 2010
(little rock airport, picking up chloe after 3-weeks at summer camp in Maine)
chloe: whoa, one of you smells so good.
sniffs sidney
chloe: it’s like …
sniffs anna margaret
chloe: it’s like …
sniffs lillie
chloe: it’s YOU. why do you smell — oh my gosh — is that HOME??
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“It is a joy to be with her because everything matters in her life. Nothing is...”
– Rob Bell
(via laurenstrev)
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i am not sure who i am anymore. i'm not kidding,...
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physical inventory:
stomach FULL of oatmeal. so full it’s pooching in a cute way.
bruises on collarbones, hipbones and the inside of my lower lip.
clear, focused head.
content, reflective heart.
warm feet.
shaky hands (coffeecoffeecoffee)
hmm. what’s missing …? oh! of course! THE FIFTEEN-POINT-TWO POUNDS I LOST IN THE PAST 25 DAYS. (15.2! someone throw confetti!)
