When I told Ava last night that I would always love her, even when I'm old and wrinkly, she asked if she will have to move out then. She says she doesn't ever want to leave. I didn't want to crush her dreams of living with us forever, but somehow I think she'll change her mind.
Peace, love and 40 year-old renters,
Shelly, Doug, Ava and Liam
Showing posts with label When They're Grown. Show all posts
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Monday, February 28, 2011
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