Sometimes I can't tell if she is turning 7 or 17. The fact that she likes to hold my hand, read bedtime stories, and thinks boys are gross helps remind me she is still my little girl.
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- 365/365 - the end
- 364/365 - quiz bokeh
- 363/365 - ceramics
- 362/365 - g's new axe
- 361/365 - hot cocoa and papa
- 360/365 - thanks...
- 359/365 - play hard, drool harder
- 358/365 - the probability of a kiss
- 355/365 - my goose
- 354/365 - spatula flowers
- 353/365 - elephant-sized dad
- 60/365 - time on my hands
- 49/365 - got the fever
- 353/365 - my daddy
- 352/365 - traffic bokeh
- 351/365 - first time donor
- 350/365 - ikea and chocolate cake
- 349/365 - little apple orchard
- 348/365 - broken house
- 347/365 - wonder woman turns 29
- 346/365 - thanks, father martin
- 345/365 - late, again
- 344/365 - walking to school
- 343/365 - flower in rain
- 342/365 - speed racer
- 341/365 - senior night
- 340/365 - baby j, up close
- 339/365 - senior practice
- 338/365 - feeling like a knob
- 337/365 - world series champs
- 336/365 - trick or treat
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