Brash. Brazen. Every year it's the same.
--biting my tongue.
J
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
1 comment:
What are you talking about? Is it me? I am such a sterotypical only child that I think it's all every bit about me all the time.
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