Every night around 7.30 our home goes quiet as Inara falls asleep and we look around, wondering how a person so small is capable of making such a huge mess. And every night we tidy it all up, wanting to give her a clean slate, I suppose. The funny thing is that in everything she leaves behind, I see her and her unique little personality.
Det här var ett fint och poetiskt inlägg (obs: jag är inte ironisk nu), blev nästan lite tårögd!
ReplyDeleteJag blev också rörd!
ReplyDeleteAh, vad fina ni ar!
ReplyDeleteOh Maria. I love this post.
ReplyDeleteI could do this same post about Tucker, only it wouldn't be so cute.
ReplyDeleteThanks Britt! Hahaha, Margo!
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