Emma’s 9 month old toes, freshly painted, ensconced by my own, as I hold her, help her be.
Emma’s toes 8 years later on the same brown carpet in the same gray beach house looking all grown up, too much like her mother’s but without her.
I may not be holding her, but I’m there. She’s inescapably mine. And I miss her.
((HUGS)) having just gotten my kiddos back after 8 days of missing them, I know how you feel!
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Thanks, Stacey! Only 2 more days!
Just for the bloggy record, I miss Lexi too but I happened to have the pictures of Emma’s toes.
Aww! Love that you have the pictures! So cute 🙂
Emma took your watch to the beach?
No she bought one just like it. I asked the same thing.
So much can be said with pictures. This speaks volumes.
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