19
Jul
2010
Ruminations
I don't own a house. I don't have a job. I'm two kids away from a swagger wagon. My daughter cries for a pacifier and then cries for it again a minute later when she spits it out.
This is not how I planned my life to be a few years ago. And yet, I have no complaints about it.
Happy 2 years, Love.



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