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scared to death
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beg
Jernee Timid was silently begging for some of my dinner last night.
Nope! No, ma’am! I enjoyed every morsel without sharing one bite!
skating pitfalls
Yesterday, a few of my coworkers and I went skating. We had a blast! During a nasty turn around the rink’s edge, a young one (probably no more than 12 years old) cut in front of me. I am an old-school skater, so I slowed down some, bear-hugged him, and turned so my body could hit the rink’s floor–and he could fall on me.
I spent most of the night in a lavender Epsom salt bath, and it was definitely worth it. I’ll be skating again next Sunday. I always have so much fun, but the children on the floor never cease to amaze me. They’re daredevils, weaving in and out of traffic, falling everywhere and around anyone. It’s really quite a sight!
Happy Sunday, beautiful people! Do something that brings you joy today.
the damage wrecks us every day
Six
We celebrated one of my favorite little humans’ sixth birthday yesterday, and we all had such a great time!
Caison is growing up so fast, and time isn’t being kind in allowing me to enjoy his growth at a slower pace.
But that’s life with the wee ones, isn’t it?
I have this feeling that my baby cousin will do great things when he gets older. I am claiming it and walking in my manifestation for him.
A Cornered Gurl 
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