I know I’ll miss these times. The boys splashing in tide pools, stomping and yelling “sandstorm!” Soaring toy airplanes through the salty air making vrooming sounds and twirling. The energy. The excitement. It’s the best. But it’s also so challenging. When I’m walking in a busy area trying to hold three small hands, people smileContinue reading “The Best Years”
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