Tuesday, February 1, 2011


Before two of the most important people in my world even existed, there was just one most important person. Before our days were filled with unmade beds and tiny footsteps and crayon wall art, we sometimes spent ENTIRE DAYS like this:

And James asked me all the time if I would be his best girl. And he would say, "I love you and I love loving you and I love that you love me."

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