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Remember that movie from the end of the 90’s 10 Things I Hate about You?  I was in high school and watched with a group of girls who were sleepover silly.
I decided my list would be ten things I love about you…my girls. 





Thin willowy fingers wrapped around mine softly. Dejavu for the moment and I feel like I’m eight again with my sisters’ hand in mine.  Your nails curving down just like hers.

Freckles splattered by sunshine all over cheeks’ apples and even a few flecked on your lips. Three pairs of eyes, one green with a golden center, one set true blue behind tiny frames, and one mocha dark all with different curvatures but perfectly shaped to capture my heart.  

Pig tails swishing to your rhythms making you part sassy and part innocently sweet

Story time journeys that never seem to reach an easy end, always side tracked by rabbit trail questions and all of us forgetting what page we were on or what we were talking about in the first place.

Faces that do not want the day to end, and though I want you in bed I can’t help but smile at the way you hate to kiss a day good bye.

Forgiveness you offer so quickly, to me and anyone else.  Just one “I’m sorry” and you’ve already tossed it aside and moved on to life and loving me again. I want to be like that part of you.  

Simple life of apple slices, string cheese, and the tell tale trails of Nutella  across your face.  Simplicity of your joy at clasping fireflies in your palms and the way you anticipate everything with hopeful expectation.  How you see every day with possibilities even if those lie in the most mundane moments...how your brighten up car rides and meal time with new ways of thinking and so much laughter

That You still tuck into me under a quilt with your head on my chest despite how long you’ve grown still wanting to be held, to be known.

Questions asked by curious you into the inky black of night to me and all the stars, questions I’m not prepared yet to answer and surprised you are already wise enough to ask….

My list could cartwheel into a hundred things I love about you, you three who lived in me and now make me live better, but the number one thing I love most about you three is the way you take me back to what it is to have the wide eyed wonder and open heart of a child…Sometimes I feel like holding your hand and letting you lead me is the quickest way to make my heart young and new and free and the person I was really meant to be
Even for a just a few minutes…
When I lose my way and my thoughts spin sullen, entering the moment with you brings what I know to be important back into focus...You lead me in little ways and you didn't know...

I am better because of you and i wish that instead of you being like me that I might become more like you......
Those are just ten things I love about you
XOXO 
- Mom





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  1. What a beautiful tribute to your girls! Visiting from the #fmfparty!

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  2. So sweet! I love the list, the memories, and the pictures!

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  3. So sweet. Your girls are beautiful and so is your love for them. #fmf

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