New Life
I live in a house of I love yous. Where the laundry piles. Where letter of the day art covers the fridge. Where I miss my friends and Tex Mex. Here, hair smells like peanut butter and someone is always in need of a wipe of some kind. We spend time looking out our big window plotting our post-snow outings and naming the deer that visit our yard. There are frequent discussions about Spring. And robots. And love.
posted by Kelsey at
3:51 PM
6 Comments:
its no texas authentic... but you do have the comet! when the weather breaks and milo gives in to his bottle resistance we are totally partying hard ohio style.
we miss you, too!
This kid is his mother's child...just look at those Kelsey eyes.
erin, can't wait to party ohio style with you!
Love this post. We miss you! I'm going to Chuy's in your honor.
love this sweet post mama
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