This little one hops, skips, and jumps around every. single. line. we draw. She tests us constantly. She’s told me she was meant to live outside like a wild animal, like a monkey in a tree. She’s all legs and arms and noise and chaotic energy, but she’s never more my baby girl than when she’s sleeping.

This little one hops, skips, and jumps around every. single. line. we draw. She tests us constantly. She’s told me she was meant to live outside like a wild animal, like a monkey in a tree. She’s all legs and arms and noise and chaotic energy, but she’s never more my baby girl than when she’s sleeping.

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