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miss the smell of baby neck and ***** handprints at **** level from damp and funky hugs fresh from outside... two against one wrestling matches and hide-and-go-seek in closets and clothes hampers with indian war paint made of toothpaste... Lifetime-Channel-cries (for her) with crab legs and scrimps... and steak and Stone Cold Steve Austin (for him) cuz "real men (even little ones) eat beef"... and don't do Lifetime Channel... the sometimes uncomfortable feel of heartfelt children's advice as only they can give it basic and to the point... laughing... and sometimes crying but laughing again eventually... oh how i do miss that which was in its time so taken for granted... gone for good into their audacious adulthood
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Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
Oh How I Do
miss the smell of baby neck and ***** handprints at **** level from damp and funky hugs fresh from outside... two against one wrestling matches and hide-and-go-seek in closets and clothes hampers with indian war paint made of toothpaste... Lifetime-Channel-cries (for her) with crab legs and scrimps... and steak and Stone Cold Steve Austin (for him) cuz "real men (even little ones) eat beef"... and don't do Lifetime Channel... the sometimes uncomfortable feel of heartfelt children's advice as only they can give it basic and to the point... laughing... and sometimes crying but laughing again eventually... oh how i do miss that which was in its time so taken for granted... gone for good into their audacious adulthood
carla-marie
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carla-marie
F/American
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
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