D: No, no...not like that, like a cute/flirty look
D: No, not like that, like...
K: Honey, I obviously don't understand what you want me to do.
D: ok, like you're looking off over there and you're really suprised...
K: okay.
K: ugh.
K: okay.
K: ugh.
I hope next week is easier. I can't sew when I have anxiety, I feel as if I've lost my mojo.
to be continued?
I think back on her birthday last year and how much change has occured since then. It makes me proud but also breaks my heart a little. Sometimes due to her delays I still think of her as a 3 year old, then I realize she's not and it's a tough realization. Nevertheless, I wouldn't change a single thing about her because her flaws are what makes her Saylee!
You all might question how crazy this action might seem, but im here to testify that it wasn't wierd at all. In fact, she obliged. (even after I warned her of my oral herpes)
stop judging. I don't have the herps...pssh- and you call yourself a friend.
fast forward to this morning when Robin text me to tell me about this lil' link.
Ashley, Im flattered.
Reading myself being described as you remember made me blush and say, "oh my gosh" in a pretty goofy voice. What you didn't see were the bags under my eyes and the spanx line in my jeans. You made my day.
Most the time, this is how I contained her...
(go on judge me, I dare you!)