Projectile vomit, I love thee. Chunks of breast milk, you add to my attire so well.
Maria, I love thee. You emptied the diaper pail and cleaned the oven without my asking; you are heavenly sent.
Summer days, I love thee. Smells of sunscreen and the pool penetrate my skin; late afternoon naps and treats elongate our days; time outside lets us burn our endless energy…if only it could be summer every day.
Drum Sticks, I love thee. I reconnected with you awhile back during my pregnancy and haven’t been able to leave your side since.
Summertime fruit, so sweet and flavorful, I love thee. You make me feel better about my Drum Stick addiction.
My Ergo, I love thee. You allow me to snuggle with Paige and still wipe someone else’s bum; you are a handy helper.
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