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Why I write

I want my kids to come look at this blog and get to know me. Know who I am as a person, and all the little things I like to do. And that their parents really love each other and had such a good time going to school right now.
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I'd want them to know how we wait outside classes for each other in rocking chairs and that feeling of excitement when we walk out and see each other! How we love to sit in the rocking chairs, take baby naps on couches, take turns laying on each others laps. How good Sammy dresses every day for school and work. How we walk to the bust stop every night hand in hand and laugh at how our footsteps are always the same length. How I spend hours bouncing story ideas off him, and how he shows me funny videos. How exciting it is when he comes and visits me at work. How much we giggle every single day. Like, on Tuesday when we were walking in the parking lot and were almost to the car when Sammy stopped walking suddenly. I yelled, "Sammy! I'm cold!" thinking he was just being silly. He yelled back and pointed, "Kylee I don't want to get hit by a bus." We laughed about that for a few days.

I write this blog as a journal for me. My family. And whoever else wants to know.

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