Spence is actual sunshine, and I, the lucky girl who got to marry the sun. I soak in his splendor and marvel at his light.
Seasons
There’s this giddy little evil part of me that says… what if this is it? Like… what if we stop having kids? Like… I could actually be done...
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In the laundry bin, making home next to my socks and underwear, I found a little tube of glossier blush, two square neon magnets, and a spec...
