The Treasure Chest

I am so tired right now that I have absolutely no business blogging. But, I just really wanted to write one thing.

When we're kids, we claw to become adults.

I sucked myself into my mom's gold lamè pants, laced-up the platform white-patent leather boots and applied some horrendous shade of fm red when I was about twelve years old...

Yet, when we're adults, we can't help longing to be kids.

I almost walked around Florence with a reindeer headband, but didn't because it was for Sofia.

That's the beauty of having children...we get to be the adult and a kid. The important thing is to balance it out.

The true miracle occurs when your kid has an adult moment right while you're in the middle of a child moment...makes for one helluva snowball fight.

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