Sunday, May 13, 2018

The reason I can celebrate Mother’s Day. I love my lil girl. The day I got her was the first time in years that I’ve cried at work. She was so tiny and so scared, yet so, so very fearless in her little box. Every time I opened the box to check on her while I waited for my people to come help me out, she pushed past my hands to try to check out this big noisy place she’d come to find herself in. And now I get to watch her be a fearless little buttface every single day. πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•


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