Every day seems to be blending into the next in a manner that I find distinctly unattractive. How grateful I would be for just a little more time to breathe, sleep, and think. Then again, if I took more time to breathe, sleep, and think I would be spending less time appreciating, loving and enjoying the precious people that make my world turn.
I guess for now I will just have to keep up the crazy pace and take it one day at a time.
Note to self-
Try to remember not only to notice the flowers, but make an effort to stop and smell them whenever possible.
Now get off of this blog/journal, yada, yada and go do something that really needs to get done! Homework/cleaning/loving/caring/breathing/sleeping. . .
Those are CUTE pictures!!! Eliza looks like she is gonna die in that jacket!
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