My daughters are
anxious and affluent in love.
My daughters are
boisterous and beautiful.
My daughters are
curious and campy.
My daughters are
devoted to their daddy.
My daughters are
energetic and exhausting (for mommy).
My daughters are
feisty and fun.
My daughters are
gorgeous and genuine.
My daughters are
holders of my heart.
My family makes me realize this month that I will always miss my mom. It’s not about making muffins from scratch or knowing how to get applesauce out of a favorite shirt. It’s about love and lots of it.
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