One evening we took a walk from our house down to "our trail." It was just a slow, nice walk to talk and catch up. Elise found a stick and talked to her cat, Purry. Amelia was feeling brave and ventured off a little in front of us. Ross let the girls jump in a big, nasty puddle of water. They screamed and giggled. I want to remember these kinds of nights. Things that aren't necessary special or overly exciting, just us being us. My very favorite thing to be.
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