Yes, They are all mine and no my hands are NOT full Well, maybe they are sometimes full of peanut butter or soft baby hair going into a ponytail, or they are full of love for my kids as I hug them tight… An open letter to the strange man at the park or cashierContinue reading “No, My Hands are NOT Full!!! An Open Letter to the Old Lady at the Bank”
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