a truly blustery week. i usually underdressed, meaning i'm cold. but it's not cold cold, just not into the tropical warmth of the far east or let's say, spain. the schedules got haywired for little kobbi's birthday. my dearest godchild turned one year old on tuesday. we don't remember our first birthday. or even our second. but a happy childhood is a happy childhood. there should be warmth and celebrations, toys, balloons, sweets, the likes. we tend to reminisce as adults and our kiddie highlights make or break our adult lives.
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