Summertime... sweet summertime
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I'm not going to lie, it's not my most favorite time of year
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There aren't any lights to string on the tree or apple cider to sip on
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So... here lies a lull
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I kind of feel stuck in and MEH phase
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(kind of like waiting for the air conditioning to kick on while your standing there suffocating in the still heavy humidity)
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Then one morning, just a normal morning
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Rushing around to get my kids to daycare
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Lugging my extra stuffed bag into my car
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As usual spilling a little bit of coffee on my shirt
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My 2 year old daughter was following me
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She was shuffling along. Piddling around just like every morning.
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I turned around and she was gone
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Looking over both of my shoulders frantically
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I spotted her.Â
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She was bent over in a patch of tulips
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Up popped her head and she jerked her arm up to her ear
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She had plucked a tulip and the biggest joyful grin came across her face
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"FLOWEY"
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She showed me proudly, loving her pretty treasure as I buckled her into her car seat.Â
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"flowey. Hi flowey. Flowey"
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The purest form of adorable that exists was hitting me amidst my mundane morning
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I loved every single second of that flower picking moment
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A few nights later
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I was dreading bed time
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My 2 year old had been pushing my limits once again
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Throwing fits, being stubborn, and leaving me feeling drained
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Night after night
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I had no reason to believe tonight would be any different
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As we passed a window on the way into her room
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She stoppedÂ
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Admiring a beautiful magnolia tree in full bloom
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"Goodnight Floweys"
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"I love you Floweys."
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There I wentÂ
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Melting into a puddle on the ground
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Right then and there
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Thinking to myself
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"I love floweys too"
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Here is my entire inspiration for this collection. Brought to you by my beautiful daughter, Esther and her love for "Floweys"Â
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It's my pleasure as always to paint exactly this for you.
Until next time,
-Paige
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