Little Bow Girl

Wife, Mama to Sophie Rose, Full Time Day Dreamer


And that’s a line that only the person this post is about would understand.

Dear C,

I’m sorry I make fun of your shorts

I’m sorry I burned you with hot chicken porridge when we were thirteen.

I’m sorry I traumatized you with my callousness  *.*

Its been 12 years and counting, and over the years, we’ve drifted and then re-connected again, and I can’t start to say how glad I am we did. Thanks for the Cesky memories, (even Emerald Hill), and here’s to making so many more!

Oh how we have changed !




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