i remember growing up.. i always loved to see my parents kiss. i just remember getting such a kick out of it.. for whatever reason. we all would laugh so hard when dad would grab mom in the kitchen... and mom would pretend to be mad. of course we saw them fight.. but we also saw them make up. it's funny to now be reminded of all those little instances in my childhood that might have just made up ordinary days... but those are the things that actually shaped me into who i am.. it wasn't the house we lived in or the car we drove.. it was our family unit. being apart of a group that was lead by a loving marriage.
onto chapter 2.
you are adorable. xoxo
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