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A Slow Season

This is an odd time for me.
Since I was 21 years old I have had Alex & Olivia with me all day {minus that year I worked at Pucci Salon in Scottsdale}
But now they are in school all day.
They are big ole first graders.



That is leaving a quieter home.
I'm not used to it.
If you come to our house mostly it's chaotic. 
I mean two adults, three children & a dog, it's bound to be crazy.
Mostly we don't mind the crazy, and it's quite possible I thrive on it.
I was feeling so blah about it. 
And then the whisper.
          It's a slow season. And that's ok.

So I am in a slower season.
A season where I should probably you know clean that basement. And re-organize the kids rooms for the billionth time since we moved here.
And love extra on my toddler because Alex and Liv are proof of how fast this all goes.


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