Some people chase their dreams. A few people chase rainbows or dragons. Other people chase their destiny or ghosts or storms or pirates.
I chase curls. A squirrelly little mass of light brown ringlets.
I chase curls. A squirrelly little mass of light brown ringlets.
The curls are usually toddling away as fast as the two little legs beneath them can carry them.
I toddle along behind, smiling happily. Grandbaby curls.
2 comments:
What a sweet post...and a wonderful thing to be chasing! :)
stephanie@metropolitanmama.net
You are so blessed! I love your blog -- thanks for sharing!
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