Once in a while, it hits me. Like a barrell of bricks. How they grow.
I just looked at our youngest and got stunned how tall he is. Today, for a split second, I wondered why the oldest had the 6:th grader’s schedule with him home.
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Once in a while, it hits me. Like a barrell of bricks. How they grow. I just looked at our youngest and got stunned how tall he is. Today, for a split second, I wondered why the oldest had the 6:th grader’s schedule with him home.
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Once in a while, it hits me. Like a barrell of bricks. How they grow.
I just looked at our youngest and got stunned how tall he is. Today, for a split second, I wondered why the oldest had the 6:th grader’s schedule with him home.
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