Sunday, January 9
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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.
One of my favorite things: Why didn't you make them when you were here. Too bad they were not one the need to do list.
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