OK, I'm in for yours too! Yup.And P.S. I will need your address discretely too. ;)
Sorry...the memory or story.I remember getting mad at you once. Just once. All the other times it was happiness and peace and flowers and love...The one time was when I took you potty at g-mas house and when you were done you wanted to flush before I pulled your pants up and I wanted to pull your pants up first and we had a little arguement...2 year old and 12 year old...funny now. I felt bad then though. (well, I still feel bad, but you probably don't remember at all :))
Amy - Remember that one time at the cabin when you taught me how to play nertz. And you didn't yell at me - cause you're nice....kind of. Good times. Also remember when we beat everyone, dang we're good. And remember when Abby didn't love me...sad. you're weird and I like it - Tamara
I lived with you sometimes. We watched movies all day on Saturdays. Remember when we had a goal not to leave the house?We had a kitty. I remember life. You know my address, silly.
Remember when I gave birth to you? You had lots of dark hair and cute little pink fingers and toes. And I took lots of pictures because I knew you would be my last. I just didn't know how dang spunky you were going to be until you started getting into heaps o' trouble. I love ya.
Wait, there's more.I'm going to deck someone.Roast colored markers.No bangs.4th grade hiking boots.Maegan with her clipboard.Pika.Candy.Baby bears.
Do you remember when...sprinkler running at night.fountain hopping.your first speeding ticket.opened a can of fruit on a reflector post.Quesadillas!Address: HFAC
That time I saw you in the ASB with a bag of skittles, empty. It was poetic.
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