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[mummysparks-blog]

A small bowl of strawberries can mean so much..... I have been sick all week and my eldest is proving that she is becoming a little lady now. She asked her sisters if they wanted some strawberries and before I could get up she offered to cut them up. I didn't ask for any but she came back with a bowl for mummy too....she melts my heart. It's the little things that make the best memories ♥♥♥ . . . #lovemygirls #mumto3 #strawberries #girlsrule #mummysparks #instagood #nofilter #mumlife #motherhood #raisinggirls #igmums #sydney #australia #sydneymum #momlife #only8yearsold #littlelady #parenting #instamum

[dinahadley-blog]

Today marks a VERY hard and VERY SAD day for me! It has been ONE YEAR (a really LONG year at that!) since my SWEET SWEET LITTLE BOY, LEGO 🐈, was TAKEN from my life 😢💔 on August 08, 2016! He was taken from me, just 8 DAYS shy of his 9th birthday!!! Taken from me WAYYYY TOO SOON by ANY MEASURE! I lost not only my cat, and my snuggle buddy that day, but I lost my son, my child!! 💔😢 Lego had been with me while I finished my BSN, through my move AND my life in North Carolina, through the move BACK from NC to NJ, through the move to NY, rode with me on countless trips to Vermont (just the two of us), had the joy of having an older sister (Fuzz aka Andover) AND a little sister (Chunk aka Bella)! He was LOVED BY MANY bc he TRULY WAS THE SWEETEST LITTLE BOY IN THE WORLD! He ALWAYS wanted to snuggle, give kisses, get attention, and play outside! He was THE LOVE OF MY LIFE & is COMPLETELY IRREPLACEABLE!! I cannot believe it's already been 1 year since you were taken from me, my sweet, sweet, boy!! 😢🐈💔 Mommy (and Bella) LOVES YOU AND MISSES YOU SOOOOOO INCREDIBLY MUCH!!!! I know you are with the angels now my love, and Aunt Connie, who I am SURE is watching over you! ❤️ I love you booboo, my little guy, my Lego man!!! ALWAYS!!! Love Mommy ❤️ #riplego #lego #sadday #imissmyson #takentoosoon #only8yearsold #💔 #🐈 #iloveyoulego

[levoleurcinetique-blog]

for Wanda as well as Christy

She's walking back from her philosophy class, relieved that the day is over and she doesn't have to wake up till noon while frustrated at the production that cooking's going to be tonight because really, it shouldn't take that much to get ingredients and prepared soup up and down three flights of stairs with a shitty elevator. Fille's almost immediately drawn out of her thoughts by the tall, gorgeous blonde strutting across campus with broad shoulders and muscular legs. There was a Krav Maga demonstration tonight in the rec plex and that had to be the instructor. She'll just grab something at the In-Between and change into her nice workout clothes. Hell, maybe she'll even throw on makeup even though she's never seen the point of wearing it when it just sweats off.

How inappropriate would it be to proposition her after the demo?

Doesn't matter. For Wanda Wilson, anything is worth it. Maybe if she's lucky she'll get both sets of private lessons.

She'd begged her parents to take her out to Centralia for ages. It's in our home state, she'd argued, it's six hours away, don't you want to see it? Unfortunately, neither were willing, much less her younger brother who could not yet be a suitable driving partner and didn't even have his learner's permit. As such, Fille ended up driving out into the wilds of Central Pennsylvania by herself. Distracted by fiddling with the radio station to find one that wasn't country or about Jesus, she went on the permanent detour that keeps the curious out of Centralia and missed her turn entirely.

Sometimes she swears she saw an eight year old girl out of the corner of her eye holding a teddy bear with a gaping wound in her stomach, but neither her mother nor her brother believe in ghosts and it's hard enough to get her dad to talk about the time he woke up in the middle of the night and saw a woman in Puritan dress standing over him. And hell, if they won't acknowledge the ghost in their own house, why would they believe her?

[looktotheants-a]

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