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Happy 9th birthday to my little dude, who might not be as little as momma would like him to stay.
I’m holding onto him tightly, afraid that one of these days my daily kisses he’ll be too cool for anymore. That I suddenly won’t get his hugs, or be able to comfort away his tears with snuggles. Too many tomorrows are coming too quickly, I can’t seem to hold on tight enough.
9 years old. Wow. When did that happen?
Hi, I’m Lisa! Welcome to my perfectly imperfect corner of the web where I've chronicled my life as a mom to "eleventy-billion" kids since 2007! Here I share posts with our family-friendly recipes, crafts and creating art, traveling as a big family, reliving my youth endlessly dancing to 90's music, and documenting our adventurous life while sipping coffee and basking in the delicious Colorado sunshine.
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