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March 09, 2014



Too bad he isn't perfect, like me :D


LOLing at Tre's comment. You know, because Tre never went through a growing pain in his life. *mmpph*

Love to you and your man-boys, my friend. You are still the mama I want to be when I grow up. xoxo


Is it possible i'm already living the 7-yr-old version of this image?

"You don't care about what I want! You only care about what I need!"

All. The. Time.

As always, I love your words.


Bittersweet but lovely. Mothers of sons breathe a collective sigh. God Bless them all.

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