The Lovers, The Fighters
“Can I hold the baby?”
“NO ME!”
“I hold ha?!”
“I asked first!”
“NO I ASKED IN BED!”
“I hold haaaa!!!?”
“Mom, Molly wants me!”
“NO SHE DOESN’T BEARETT!”
“I HOLD HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?!!!!!!”
*Good morning conversation from the Conley house every. single. day.*
Somehow they manage to get mad at each other in one breath and absolutely spill love to one another in the next. It’s a paradox I have no words for. But I’m thankful the transition happens so quickly.
We’re back in Miami for a bit. Dad has a couple off days coming up and we’re excited to watch a little bit of Marlins Park baseball again and hang with our favorite guy. And wouldn’t you know it, just as we were enjoying a great performance by Dad last night, one of our long time friends from Olympia came down to sit with us and we all watched #61 together! A real treat and we’re so grateful Mr. John got to hang out for a bit!
We’re back in Miami for a bit. Dad has a couple off days coming up and we’re excited to watch a little bit of Marlins Park baseball again and hang with our favorite guy. And wouldn’t you know it, just as we were enjoying a great performance by Dad last night, one of our long time friends from Olympia came down to sit with us and we all watched #61 together! A real treat and we’re so grateful Mr. John got to hang out for a bit!
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