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Wispy blond hair
Milk mustache.
"Mama, you make this the best!"
Muddy jeans.
and boots.

That smile, with her eyes.
Dancing with her arms raised.  {we call it the PTL}
Words few, but meaningful.
Toddling through mud puddles.
Searching for white {ish} snow.

Socks in the family room.
The sigh of a dog's hard day.
Go Fish! Princess style.
Quiet in the dawn.
Phone call, background of cattle and calling them in.

Skype.
Same smiles, same laughs.
Same souls.
High speed internet.
Like Irish like.  {is that right, Laura... like?}


Sun set on the Crazies.
Smokey fire smell.
Rosy, winter-kissed cheeks.
Marshmallows.
... and hot cocoa.


The march up to the bathtub.
High fives at the dinner table.
Cats snuggling in at bedtime.
Watertown fairies poking through the sheets.
Cozy body pillow.


The mystery of his calculators.
The rumble of a diesel down our driveway.
His diesel.
The numbers, all memorized.
Smell of coffee in the morning.


"You are my sunshine", twirling her hint of curls and snuggling close.
My Pal Violet, no batteries, a well loved tag.
Dressing up in the laundry room.
Footsteps overhead.  Thumping of little feet.
Singing our "princess songs".


The old bridge, water peeking through.
Horsey.
His tail.
A mother's love.
My mother's love.


Stoked fire in the morning.
Toast with peanut butter.
Painted tootsies.
"Why you say 'ugh' mama?"
Emptying book bins.


The first smile in the morning, reserved for me.
Snuggly pillows.
Warm heat of a wood fire.
PB.
Hot Cinnamon Sunset Tea


Two girls laughing, playing together.
Dancing in the kitchen.
Dancing and cleaning.
Princess puzzles.