Sunday is my little girl.
If you know her, she's sassy.
She's strong willed.
She is a spit fire.
Wes and I have been having a difficult time with her lately. Perhaps it's the terrible two or its because we had an incredibly easy first child, what ever it is all I have to say there are days where at the end of it I feel beyond exhausted.
Sometimes 8 o'clock can't come sooner.
The funny thing is,
even though she is the reason for my increase in wrinkles and grey hairs, about 30 minutes after she falls asleep, I miss her.
Her muscular thighs.
Her Bieber singing.
Her little butt when as it wiggles when she walks.
I love that child more than life itself....
But ask me again how I feel at 7:45 tonight. ;)
xo, C.
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