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I'll admit thirty isn't exactly old so I won't wear black and pretend to be in mourning, but it isn't young anymore either. I'm being forced to grow up. So in a youngest child's attempt to bid farewell to youth and embrace middle age I'm taking an artistic approach through a daily photograph in the hopes that it'll help me appreciate each day of this unstoppable milestone as it settles over me instead of resent it. I hope it works...fingers crossed.
You don't recognize your own cats? Sarah made those.
ReplyDeleteAre you serious? She drew a picture of Bentley last time and it was much more cat-like. I thought these were little babies but I didn't know why she cut them apart.
ReplyDeleteOh wait...Did I put them sideways before taking the photo? That might make more sense.
ReplyDeleteI asked her which was which and at first she said Bentley has the green eyes. "But they both have green eyes." "They're both Bentley. No wait, one is Lou. The smaller one is Lou."
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