I was feeling a little glum tonight (perhaps my Netflix binging is starting to take a toll?) and somehow ended up clicking through the pages of this here little blog. And reminded myself for the umpteenth time that I truly do write for myself. Crazy amounts of happiness I get from remembering how cute my girls are, all the beautiful moments I've been a witness to, all the cool places I've seen, all the tough stuff I've moved through, all the great people in my life. I must write more! For future me. For present me.

Amber, don't forget!


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