An exquisite moment I somehow overlooked from the photo session with my girls.
“I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls.”
I think I understand my older sister a little better just by watching my own children. I’m so sorry, September.
There’s a way to start off a school year, and then there is the Heather B. Armstrong way.
The grind begins again. Where in the hell did the summer go? And when did my baby get so big?
Today my heart comes home to me with all its lanky legs and arms.
Peter Frampton was for Marlo. This… this was for Leta.
Yet another first for my child who is drawn to books and art and writing elaborate fictional stories in a summer replete with physically breaking free.
Choose your battles, name them one by one.
All of the gang gathered together. Look at how all that sunscreen worked!