arm in the wind.

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While driving toward home the other evening, I rolled my window down and let my left hand do a little port de bras in the wind. With the breeze pushing gently against the strength of my body, it felt like a part of my body was moving through heavy water as my arm and fingers danced in the warm pressurized air outside my car window along the quiet two-lane road near home....

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these are the days.

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these are the days. where we’re staying alive thanks to caffeine (well, me. josh finds green salads energizing for some odd reason) and just really proud of the fact that we’ve kept the kids alive, too.

these are the days where we tag teamed changing a dirty diaper on sunday and between two adult parents who have done this a few thousand times before, it still somehow found a way to climb up her tummy (backwards blowout?!) and touch like everything within arms reach and then everything in the other room, too....

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