a mother's day
Sometimes I think about you.
I don't dwell a sorrowful dwell, but I think about you. And sometimes, I miss you.
I think about the number of days that have passed. I think about how big you'd have grown by now. About your little fingers, your wiggly toes.
I think about how by now you'd have become a little 'she' or a little 'he'...
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Welcome! My name is Mandi & I hope you stay in this happy little space a while. I'm a Christian, a wife to my Mr. Charming, mama to baby Greyson, healthy food-lover, traveler, professional journalist and Personal Nutritionist who hopes to inspire others with my story...
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